Uncle John, he makes me tired; Thinks‘ at he's jest so all-fired Smart,‘ at he kin pick up, so, Ever'thing he wants to know.
Tried to ketch me up last night, But you bet I would n't bite. I jest kep’ the smoothes’ face, But I led him sich a chase,
Could n't corner me, you bet — I skipped all the traps he set. Makin’ out he wan'ed to know Who was this an’ that girl's beau;
So‘ s he‘ d find out, do n't you see, Who was goin’‘ long with me. But I answers jest ez sly, An’ I never winks my eye,
Tell he hollers with a whirl, “Look here, ai n't you got a girl?” Y’ ought‘ o seen me spread my eyes, Like he‘ d took me by surprise,
An’ I said, “Oh, Uncle John, Never thought o’ havin’ one.” An’ somehow that seemed to tickle Him an’ he shelled out a nickel.
Then you ought to seen me leave Jest a-laffin’ in my sleeve. Fool him — well, I guess I did; He ai n't on to this here kid.
Got a girl! well, I guess yes, Got a dozen more or less, But I got one reely one, Not no foolin’ ner no fun;
Fur I‘ m sweet on her, you see, An’ I ruther guess‘ at she Must be kinder sweet on me, So we‘ re keepin’ company.
Honest Injun! this is true, Ever’ word I‘ m tellin’ you! But you wo n't be sich a scab Ez to run aroun’ an’ blab.
Mebbe‘ t ai n't the way with you, But you know some fellers do. Spoils a girl to let her know ‘ At you talk about her so.
Do n't you know her? her name‘ s Liz, Nicest girl in town she is. Purty? ah, git out, you gilly — Liz‘ ud purt‘ nigh knock you silly.
Y’ ought‘ o see her when she‘ s dressed All up in her Sunday best, All the fellers nudgin’ me, An’ a-whisperin’, gemunee!
Betcher life‘ at I feel proud When she passes by the crowd. ‘ T‘ s kinder nice to be a-goin’ With a girl‘ at makes some showin’ —
One you know‘ at hai n't no snide, Makes you feel so satisfied. An’ I‘ ll tell you she‘ s a trump, Never even seen her jump
Like some silly girls‘ ud do, When I‘ d hide and holler “Boo!” She‘ d jest laff an’ say “Git out! What you hollerin’ about?”
When some girls‘ ud have a fit That‘ un do n't git skeered a bit, Never makes a bit o’ row When she sees a worm er cow.
Them kind‘ s few an’ far between; Bravest girl I ever seen. Tell you‘ nuther thing she‘ ll do, Mebbe you wo n't think it‘ s true,
But if she‘ s jest got a dime She‘ ll go halvers ever’ time. Ah, you goose, you need n't laff; That's the kinder girl to have.
If you knowed her like I do, Guess you‘ d kinder like her too. Tell you somep'n’ if you‘ ll swear You wo n't tell it anywhere.
Oh, you got to cross yer heart Earnest, truly,‘ fore I start. Well, one day I kissed her cheek; Gee, but I felt cheap an’ weak,
‘ Cause at first she kinder flared, ‘ N’, gracious goodness! I was scared. But I need n't been, fer la! Why, she never told her ma.
That's what I call grit, do n't you? Sich a girl's worth stickin’ to.
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