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Did you ever go a fishin' in
the rain?
Not a little summer shower
That lasted half an hour,
But a reg'lar gully washer
That hit you with a slosher,
And made you feel like crawlin' up the drain.
Went a 'fishin when the heavens cut 'er loose
In the fraction of a twinkle,
When it warn't no sprinkle,
But a reg'lar humdinger
That made you hunt a ringer,
Feelin' tickled'er than Aunt Miranda's goose.
Yes sah! went a fishin' down in Sugar Creek,
Down in Bella Vista;
Twas shuah some twista,
An' it made us hunt for kiver
In the shelter of a sliver
In the shadder of the woods mighty quick.
Yet we kept a fishin' while it rained like sin;
Stood waitin' for a nibble
When my bobber made a dribble,
An' you should never worry
I jerked 'im in a hurry,
Nothin' but a pesky crawdad on the pin. |
