I was mighty good-looking' when I was young,
Peert an' black-eyed an' slim.
With fellers a-courting' me Sunday nights,
'Specially
Jim!
The likeliest one of them all was he,
Chipper an' handsome an' trim,
But I tossed up my head an' made fun o' the
crowd,
'Specially Jim !
I said I hadn't no 'pinion o' men,
An' I wouldn't take stock in him !
But they kept' up a-coming' in spite of my talk,
'Specially Jim !
I got so tired o' having' 'him round'
'Specially Jim !
I made up my mind I'd settle down
An' take up with him.
So we was married one Sunday in church,
It was crowded full to the brim;
'it was the only way to get rid of them all,
'Specially
Jim.
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