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Title: Reminiscent rhymes, and other verse
Year: 1911 (1910s)
Authors: Wilson, John Byers
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Publisher: Cincinnati, Press of Jennings and Graham
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r in it, en run my thumb along its length,Ef the fringes dropped off easy, you kin bet it had the strength. Dissected a big Dutchman, my first course o college term.The ligerments an gristles held his bones together firm;Brought em home upon vacation, to bleach em up an dry.By puttin em in bilin w^ater, an add in a lot o lye;Skeered the women an some visitors nearly half to death.An old Aunt Betsy Baker toddled home clear out o breath;Soon it spread among the neighbors, at I wuz certain seen,Disposin of a body, at wuz stripped and very lean;At it peared somewhat suspicious, at a murder d taken place.An some one ought to go around, an vestigate the case;The Marshal an a posse came around there bye and bye.Took a stick an went to stirrin in at kettle o hot lye;An the more they kep a stirrin, the more they had to stare,Fer there wuz nt any Dutchman or a sign o Dutchman there;Ez much surprised ez they wuz, I declared my innocence.An they sed they could nt rest me, ez they had no evidence;
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An as sheepish they departed, I soft exclaimed—By Joe!The l3^e ats in that kittle, beats all the lies I know.Snre, the secret o soap makin, should you ever want to try.Is first be sure an certain, you ve got a good strong lye; 93 SOFT SOAP 95 Jes fill the iron kittle, an stir the moldy soap-grease in.Aye! theres mixture fer ye, ought to cleanse the world o sin;Keep fillin up an bilin till it makes a thickened jell,Then kiver up the kittle, and let it simmer fer a spell;Talk about your Pears an Colgates, your Bouquets and Cash-meres,Theres a standard concentration, at has stood the test o years. An it has its many uses, too, sides washin o the clothes,Ez every boy ats made it, remembers well an knows;Member when you turned the grindstone fer Dad on Saturday,How you rubbed it on the spindles to give em easy play?Member how you panted an doubled up your backs.When Dad barred down so heavy on the brier-scythe an axe;Member how you dubbed it on yer rusty old rip-saw,When its teeth had lo

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