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198 HIS SONGS.In de mellerest groun' de clay root'll ketchEn hole ter de tongue er de plow,En a pine-pole gate at de gyardin-patchNever'll keep out de ole brindle cow.One en all on us knows who's a pullin'at de bitsLike de lead-mule dat g'ides by de rein,En yit,somehow er nudder, de bestest un us gitsMighty sick er de tuggin' at de chain.Hump yo'se'f ter de load en fergit de distress,En dem w'at stan's by ter scoff,Fer de harder de pullin', de longer de res',En de bigger de feed in de trofi.