Nye and Riley's Wit and Humor — Me and Mary

Me and Mary All my feelin's, in the spring Gits so blame contrary I can't think of anything Only me and Mary!

"Me and Mary!"

all the time, "Me and Mary!"

like a rhyme Keeps a-dinging on till I'm Sick o' "Me and Mary!"

"Me and Mary!

Ef us two Only was together-- Playin' like we used to do In the Aprile weather!"

All the night and all the day I keep wishin' thataway Till I'm gittin' old and gray Jist on "Me and Mary!"

Muddy yit along the pike Sense the winter's freezin' And the orchard's backard-like Bloomin' out this season;

Only heerd one bluebird yit-- Nary robin er tomtit;

What's the how and why of it?

S'pect its "Me and Mary!"

Me and Mary liked the birds-- That is, Mary sorto' Liked them first, and afterwerds W'y I thought I orto.

And them birds--ef Mary stood Right here with me as she should-- They'd be singin', them birds would All fer me and Mary!

Birds er not, I'm hopin' some I kin git to plowin': Ef the sun'll only come, And the Lord allowin', Guess to-morry I'll turn in And git down to work agin: This here loaferin' won't win;

Not fer me and Mary!

Fer a man that loves, like me, And's afeard to name it, Till some other feller, he Gits the girl--dad-shame-it!

Wet er dry, er clouds er sun-- Winter gone, er jist begun-- Out-door work few me er none.

No more "Me and Mary!"