Cape Cod Ballads, and Other Verse eBook

This eBook from the Gutenberg Project consists of approximately 102 pages of information about Cape Cod Ballads, and Other Verse.

But still, all their cackle unheedin’,
  She goes, in her ladylike way,
A-givin’ the poor what they’re needing
  And helpin’ the church every day: 
Our numbers each Sunday is swelling
  And real, true religion is rife,
And sometimes I feel like a-yellin’,
  “Three cheers fer the minister’s wife!”

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[Illustration:  “’Well, now, I vum!  I know, by gum!  I’m right because I be!’”]


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I am Sir Oracle, and when I ope my lips let no dog bark!

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Old Dan’l Hanks he says this town
  Is jest the best on earth;
He says there ain’t one, up nor down,
  That’s got one half her worth;
He says there ain’t no other state
  That’s good as ourn, nor near;
And all the folks that’s good and great
  Is settled right ’round here.

      Says I “D’jer ever travel, Dan?”
        “You bet I ain’t!” says he;
      “I tell you what! the place I’ve got
        Is good enough fer me!”

He says the other party’s fools,
  ’Cause they don’t vote his way;
He says the “feeble-minded schools”
  Is where they ought ter stay;
If he was law their mouths he’d shut,
  Or blow ’em all ter smash;
He says their platform’s nawthin’ but
  A great big mess of trash.

      Says I, “D’jer ever read it, Dan?”
        “You bet I ain’t!” says he;
      “And when I do; well, I tell you,
        I’ll let you know, by gee!”

He says that all religion’s wrong
  ’Cept jest what he believes;
He says them ministers belong
  In jail, the same as thieves;
He says they take the blessed Word
  And tear it all ter shreds;
He says their preachin’s jest absurd;
  They’re simply leatherheads.

      Says I, “D’jer ever hear ’em, Dan?”
        “You bet I ain’t!” says he;
      “I’d never go ter hear ’em; no;
        They make me sick ter see!

Some fellers reckon, more or less,
  Before they speak their mind,
And sometimes calkerlate or guess,—­
  But them ain’t Dan’l’s kind. 
The Lord knows all things, great or small,
  With doubt he’s never vexed;
He, in his wisdom, knows it all,—­
  But Dan’l Hanks comes next.

Says I, “How d’ yer know you’re right?”
“How do I know?” says he;
“Well, now, I vum!  I know, by gum! 
I’m right because I be!”

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Jason White has come ter town
  Drivin’ his tin peddler’s cart,
Pans a-bangin’ up an’ down
  Like they’d tear theirselves apart;
Kittles rattlin’ underneath,
  Coal-hods scrapin’ out a song,—­
Makes a feller grit his teeth
  When old Jason comes along.

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