Cape Cod Ballads, and Other Verse eBook

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Yer see, he loves ter sneak around behind ’em, out of sight,
And give a sudden snap and snarl as if he meant ter bite;
Of course they know he wouldn’t hurt, and only means to scare,
But still, it worries ’em ter know the little scamp is there;
And if they do git nervous-like and try to hit him back
He swells up so with pride it seems as if his skin would crack;
And then he’s wuss than ever, so they find it doesn’t pay,
But let him keep on “yappin’” till he’s tired and goes away.

There’s lots of people built like him—­yer see ’em everywhere—­
Who, ’cause they ain’t no use themselves, can’t somehow seem ter bear
Ter see another feller rise, but in their petty spite
And natural meanness, snarl and snap and show they’d like ter bite. 
They don’t come out in front like men, and squarely speak their mind,
But like that wuthless yaller pup, they’re hangin’ ’round behind. 
They’re little and contemptible, but if yer make a slip
It must be bothersome ter know they’ll take that chance ter nip.

But there! perhaps it isn’t right ter mind ’em, after all;
Perhaps we ought ter thank the Lord our souls ain’t quite so small;
And they, with all their sneakin’ ways, must be, I rather guess,
The thorns that prick your fingers ’round the roses of success: 
Fer, when yer come ter think of it, they never bark until
A feller’s really started and a good ways up the hill;
So, ‘f I was climbin’ up ter fame I wouldn’t care a rap,
But I’d think I was somebody when the curs begun ter “yap.”

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She’s little and modest and purty,
  As red as a rose and as sweet;
Her children don’t ever look dirty,
  Her kitchen ain’t no way but neat. 
She’s the kind of a woman ter cherish,
  A help ter a feller through life,
Yet every old hen in the parish
  Is down on the minister’s wife.

’Twas Mrs.  ’Lige Hawkins begun it;
  She always has had the idee
That the church was built so’s she could run it,
  ’Cause Hawkins is deacon, yer see;
She thought that the whole congregation
  Kept step ter the tune of her fife,
But she found ’t was a wrong calkerlation
  Applied ter the minister’s wife.

Then Mrs. Jedge Jenks got excited—­
  She thinks she’s the whole upper crust;—­
When she found the Smiths was invited
  Ter meet’n’, she quit in disgust.
You can have all the paupers yer choose to,”
  Says she, jest as sharp as a knife;
“But if they go ter church I refuse to!”
  “Good-by!” says the minister’s wife.

And then Mrs. Jackson got stuffy
  At her not comin’ sooner ter call,
And old Miss Macgregor is huffy
  ’Cause she went up ter Jackson’s at all. 
Each one of the crowd hates the other,
  The church has been full of their strife;
But now they’re all hatin’ another,
  And that one’s the minister’s wife.

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