Only page of title Fairly Easy
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And the sun comes out and STAYS,
And yer boots pulls on with a good tight squeeze,
And you think of yer bare-foot days;
When you ORT to work and you want to NOT,
And you and yer wife agrees
It's time to spade up the garden-lot,
When the green gits back in the trees
Well! work is the least o' MY idees
When the green, you know, gits back in the trees!
Is a-buzzin' aroun' ag'in
In that kind of a lazy go-as-you-please
Old gait they bum roun' in;
When the groun's all bald whare the hay-rick stood,
And the crick's riz, and the breeze
Coaxes the bloom in the old dogwood,
And the green gits back in the trees, --
I like, as I say, in sich scenes as these,
The time when the green gits back in the trees!
And the swet it starts out on
A feller's forred, a-gittin' down
At the old spring on his knees --
I kindo' like jest a-loaferin' roun'
When the green gits back in the trees --
Jest a-potterin' roun' as I -- durn -- please-
When the green, you know, gits back in the trees!
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