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Edgar Guest - Pixley Folks
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SOMETIMES I git to thinkin` o` the days o` youth, an’ then
There comes a-troopin` through my mind th’ wimmin folk an` men
I used ter know in Pixley, an` I sit with `em awhile,
A-livin` all th` fun we knew before we put on style;
A-dancin` all th` dances, th` lancers an` q`drilles,
A-goin` to th` buskin` bees an` picnics on th` hills,
An` I quite ferget I `m livin` on a crowded city street,
Where I don`t know a quarter of th` people that I meet.

I settle in my arm chair, an` I light my meerschaum pipe,
An` then I `m back in Pixley with the apples red an` ripe.
I `m makin` eyes at Agnes, which is wrong I must allow,
Coz she was married long ago an` has four babies now.
An` I `m pokin` fun at Lydy, who was in for any joke,
But she has married wealthy — still out yonder in th` smoke
She is still the laughin` lassie, free from all the haughty airs
That wimmin folk think needful when they marry millionaires.

Then I steal a kiss from Nellie, an` I hear her say "No, no!" 
Th` way she did a thousand times, but never meant it, though. 
An` again from church we `re comin`, an` th` hour is gettin` late 
An` we stand awhile a-gabbin`, she a-swingin` on th` gate,
A-tellin` of her uncles an` her aunts, an` how they were, 
While all that I was wan tin` was to stay an` talk of her. 
An` again I `m gettin` ready jes` to ask her to be mine, 
An` again she ups an` leaves me, sayin` "Ed, it`s after nine.”

O, I tell you what! It`s funny, when I think about it all,
An` I kinder get to broodin` an` th` old days I recall
When there warn`t no automobiles, warn`t no problem plays an` such,
When th` only fault with young folks was they loved t` play too much;
When there warn`t no style about us, one warn`t richer than another,
When we didn`t think of money, never snubbed a poorer brother;
An` to see `em now with riches, an` ashamed to even say
That they ever lived in Pixley— Why, my soul is there today!
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