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James Whitcomb Riley - Old October
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Old October`s purt` nigh gone,
And the frosts is comin` on
Little heavier every day--
Like our hearts is thataway!
Leaves is changin` overhead
Back from green to gray and red,
Brown and yeller, with their stems
Loosenin` on the oaks and e`ms;
And the balance of the trees
Gittin` balder every breeze--
Like the heads we`re scratchin` on!
Old October`s purt` nigh gone.

I love Old October so,
I can`t bear to see her go--
Seems to me like losin` some
Old-home relative er chum--
`Pears like sorto` settin` by
Some old friend `at sigh by sigh
Was a-passin` out o` sight
Into everlastin` night!
Hickernuts a feller hears
Rattlin` down is more like tears
Drappin` on the leaves below--
I love Old October so!

Can`t tell what it is about
Old October knock me out--!
I sleep well enough at night--
And the blamedest appetite
Ever mortal man possessed--,
Last thing et, it tastes the best--!
Warnuts, butternuts, pawpaws,
`Iles and limbers up my jaws
Fer raal service, sich as new
Pork, spareribs, and sausage, too--.
Yit fer all, they`s somepin` `bout
Old October knocks me out!
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