Pore-folks lives at Lonesomeville- Lawzy! but they're pore! Houses with no winders in, And hardly any door: Chimbly all tore down, and no Smoke in that at all- Ist a stovepipe through a hole In the kitchen-wall!
Pump 'at's got no handle on; And no woodshed-And, _wooh! _- Mighty cold there, choppin' wood, Like pore-folks has to do! - Winter-time, and snow and sleet Ist fairly fit to kill! - Hope to goodness _Santy Claus_ Goes to Lonesomeville!
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