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And there I see a swamping gun, Large as a log of maple,
Upon a deuced little cart, A load for father's cattle. |
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Cousin Simon grew so bold,
I thought he would have cocked it; It scared me so I shrinked it off
And hung by father's pocket.
And Cap'n Davis had a gun. He kind of clapt his hand ou't,
And stuck a crooked stabbing iron Upon the little end on'L
And there I see a pumpkin shell As big as mother's bason;
And every time they touched it off They scampered like the nation. |
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And every time they shoot it off, It takes a horn of powder,
And makes a noise like father's gun, Only a nation louder.
I went as nigh to one myself
As 'Siah's underpinning; And father went as nigh agin,
I thought the deuce was in him. |
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