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4. "Walk in," says the Barber, "and sit down in my chair, Your beard stall be taken right down to a hair." "Oh, murder," cried Pat, "what are you doing ? Leave off them tricks, or my chin will be ruined."
5. "Hold still," says the Barber, "don't make such a din, For the moving of your jaws, I'll be cutting on your chin." "Not cut but sawed," cried Pat. "That razor you've got Wouldn't cut butter if it was made hot.
6. "Ye, then, how would you like to be shaved with a saw ? You're pulling every tooth right out of my jaw.
Now leave off your tricks and don't shave any more." With that Patty jumped right out of the door.
7. "Folk, you may lather and shave your friends till you are sick, Be jabbers! I'd rather be shaved with a brick.
With lather and shave, shampoo and comb" |
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8. Not long after that, when Pat was passing that way, He heard a poor donkey set up a terrible bray. "Oh, murder," cried Pat, "listen at that neigh, He's giving another poor devil the 'Love of God' shave. |
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THE OLD GRAY MARE
The first two stanzas seem to be set to the tune of the fiddle. After that each stanza has an additional prose line. Cf. Perrow, Journal, XXVI, 123; Lunsford and Stringfield, p. 36.
This is another Harmon song. It was sent by Mrs. Mary Tucker, Varnell, Georgia, December 27, 1930. Mrs. Tucker is the daughter of Mr. and Mrs. Samuel Harmon, formerly of Cade's Cove, Tennessee.
1. Once I had an old gray mare, Once I had an old gray mare, Once I had an old gray mare; I saddle her up and rode her to the fair. |
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