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Edgar Guest - The Jedge Of Bowie County
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(The same being Maclyn Arbuckle.) 


HE WAS bo`n way down in Texas, where the sun is allus shinin`. 
An` a cloud`s so thin it`s easy to observe the silver linin`. 
An` he grew among the quaint folk an` the simple folk that labored 
In the mint an` melon patches, an` with them for years he neighbored; 
An` he stored up all the sunshine in the Texas skies above him
An` the red hearts of the melons, till they`re part an` passel of him.

He was Jedge of Bowie county, jedge fer cullud an` fer white folk, 
Whar he learned the ways of people, learned the wrong folk an` the right folk, 
An` his heart grew big with kindness fer the ones who came with sad things 
An` his face grew round with smilin` at the ones who came with glad things. 
Fer the Jedge of Bowie county all his early days was storin` 
Up the laughter of old Texas that should set us all a-roarin.`

Now the spices of the mint patch an` the juices of the melon 
Seem to sorter drip an` trickle through the stories that he`s tellin; 
An` he shakes our sides with laughter, and he leads us all to gladness, 
Till we`ve plum forgot the troubles that have caused us any sadness; 
Oh, it seems that life is giviii` us an extra joyous bounty 
When it lets us sit an` listen to the Jedge of Bowie County.
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