Back From Town

Old friends allus is the best,      Halest-like and heartiest:      Knowed us first, and don't allow      We're so blame much better now!      They was standin' at the bars      When we grabbed "the kivvered kyars"      And lit out fer town, to make      Money - and that old mistake!      We thought then the world we went      Into beat "The Settlement,"      And the friends 'at we'd make there      Would beat any anywhere! -      And they do - fer that's their biz:      They beat all the friends they is -      'Cept the raal old friends like you      'At staid at home, like I'd ort to!      W'y, of all the good things yit      I ain't shet of, is to quit      Business, and git back to sheer      These old comforts waitin' here -      These old friends; and these old hands      'At a feller understands;      These old winter nights, and old      Young-folks chased in out the cold!      Sing "Hard Times'll come ag'in      No More!" and neighbors all jine in!      Here's a feller come from town      Wants that-air old fiddle down      From the chimbly! - Git the floor      Cleared fer one cowtillion more! -      It's poke the kitchen fire, says he,      And shake a friendly leg with me!