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John Alden And Percilly.

    By James Whitcomb Riley



        We got up a Christmas-doin's
            Last Christmas Eve -
        Kindo' dimonstration
            'At I railly believe
        Give more satisfaction -
            Take it up and down -
        Than ary intertainment
            Ever come to town!

        Railly was a theater -
            That's what it was, -
        But, bein' in the church, you know,
            We had a "Santy Clause" -
        So 's to git the old folks
            To patternize, you see,
        And back the institootion up
            Kindo' morally.

        Schoolteacher writ the thing -
            (Was a friend o' mine),
        Got it out o' Longfeller's
            Pome "Evangeline" -
        Er some'rs - 'bout the Purituns - .
            Anyway, the part
        "John Alden" fell to me -
            And learnt it all by heart!

        Claircy was "Percilly" -
            (Schoolteacher 'lowed
        Me and her could act them two
            Best of all the crowd) -
        Then - blame ef he didn't
            Git her Pap, i jing! -
        To take the part o' "Santy Clause,"
            To wind up the thing.

        Law! the fun o' practisun! -
            Was a week er two
        Me and Claircy didn't have
            Nothin' else to do! -
        Kep' us jes a-meetin' round,
            Kindo' here and there,
        Ever' night rehearsin'-like,
            And gaddin' ever'where!

        Game was wo'th the candle, though! -
            Christmas Eve at last
        Rolled around. - And 'tendance jes
            Couldn't been surpassed! -
        Neighbors from the country
            Come from Clay and Rush -
        Yes, and 'crost the county-line
            Clean from Puckerbrush!

        Meetin'-house jes trimbled
            As "Old Santy" went
        Round amongst the childern,
            With their pepperment
        And sassafrac and wintergreen
            Candy, and "a ball
        O' popcorn," the preacher 'nounced,
            "Free fer each and all!"

        Schoolteacher suddently
            Whispered in my ear, -
        "Guess I got you: - Christmas-gift! -
            Christmas is here!"
        I give him a gold pen,
            And case to hold the thing, -
        And Claircy whispered "Christmas-gift!"
            And I give her a ring.

        "And now," says I, "jes watch me -
        Christmas-gift," says I,
        "I'm a-goin' to git one -
        'Santy's' comin' by!" -
        Then I rech and grabbed him:
        And, as you'll infer,
        'Course I got the old man's,
        And he gimme her!



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