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Mylo Jones's Wife

    By James Whitcomb Riley



    "Mylo Jones's wife" was all
    I heerd, mighty near, last Fall -
    Visitun relations down
    T'other side of Morgantown!
    Mylo Jones's wife she does
    This and that, and "those" and "thus"! -
    Can't 'bide babies in her sight -
    Ner no childern, day and night,
    Whoopin' round the premises -
    NER NO NOTHIN' ELSE, I guess!

    Mylo Jones's wife she 'lows
    She's the boss of her own house! -
    Mylo - consequences is -
    Stays whare things seem SOME like HIS, -
    Uses, mostly, with the stock -
    Coaxin' "Old Kate" not to balk,
    Ner kick hoss-flies' branes out, ner
    Act, I s'pose, so much like HER!
    Yit the wimmern-folks tells you
    She's PERFECTION. - Yes they do!

    Mylo's wife she says she's found
    Home hain't home with MEN-FOLKS round
    When they's work like HERN to do-
    Picklin' pears and BUTCHERN, too,
    And a-rendern lard, and then
    Cookin' fer a pack of men
    To come trackin' up the flore
    SHE'S scrubbed TEL she'll scrub no MORE! -
    Yit she'd keep things clean ef they
    Made her scrub tel Jedgmunt Day!

    Mylo Jones's wife she sews
    Carpet-rags and patches clothes
    Jest year IN and OUT! - and yit
    Whare's the livin' use of it?
    She asts Mylo that. - And he
    Gits back whare he'd ruther be,
    With his team; - jest PLOWS - and don't
    Never sware - like some folks won't!
    Think ef HE'D CUT LOOSE, I gum!
    'D he'p his heavenly chances some!

    Mylo's wife don't see no use,
    Ner no reason ner excuse
    Fer his pore relations to
    Hang round like they allus do!
    Thare 'bout onc't a year - and SHE -
    She jest GA'NTS 'em, folks tells me,
    On spiced pears! - Pass Mylo one,
    He says "No, he don't chuse none!"
    Workin'men like Mylo they
    'D ort to have MEAT ev'ry day!

    Dad-burn Mylo Jones's wife!
    Ruther rake a blame caseknife
    'Crost my wizzen than to see
    Sich a womern rulin' ME! -
    Ruther take and turn in and
    Raise a fool mule-colt by hand'
    MYLO, though - od-rot the man! -
    Jest keeps ca'm - like some folks CAN -
    And 'lows sich as her, I s'pose,
    Is MAN'S HE'PMEET' - Mercy knows!



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