A Definance

A Definance
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I am 60 an’ am healthy, an’ I’ve got a
grip like steagl;
I walk my furrer Atiddy an’ you won’t
git me to squeal;
I’m out afield n’workin, at the very
peep o’ day:
I take back seat f’r no one when it
comesto pitchin’ hay
My corn rows are as thrifty as most
any one’s y’ll find;
My appetite’s tremendous, an’ I ‘low
there’s goin’ t’ be
A right smart rough an’ tumble when
they’re Oslerizin’ me
I swing my ax with youngsters, an’ I
never miss a stroke;
I got a biceps muscle like a knotty
piece of oak;
I’m full of fizz and ginger, an’ I’m
cheerful as can be;
Th’ fields an’ streams an’ pastures all
look mighty good to me
I’ve earnt my way by workin’, not buy
settin’ ’round asleep,
An’ what I earnt by workin’ I have
got a right to keep
Th’ Lord may call me suddint-like,
an’ I may be su’prised,
But you bet your bottom dollar that
I won’t be Oslerized
Th’ clover’s just as purty as it ever
was before;
Th’ roses that are climbin’ all around
th’ kitchen door
Are just as sweet to look at, an’ Ive
got a right to be
Lookin happy at creation
looks good to me when it all
An’ 60 years th’ limit that, th’ measly
doctors give!
Why, bless your soul, at 60 I have just
begun to live,
An’ t’ take life sort o’ easy Forty
years fr’m now’ll be –
Soon enough t’ talk-th’ rascals-
about Oslerigin ‘ me