Classic Poem

All my feelin's in the Spring
Gits so blame contrary,
I can't think of anything
Only me and Mary!
" Me and Mary! " all the time,
" Me and Mary! " like a rhyme,
Keeps a-dingin' on till I'm
Sick o' " Me and Mary! "

" Me and Mary! Ef us two
Only was together —
Playin' like we used to do
In the Aprile weather! "
All the night and all the day
I keep wishin' thataway
Till I'm gittin' old and gray
Jes' on " Me and Mary! "

Muddy yit along the pike
Sence the Winter's freezin',
And the orchard's back'ard-like
Bloomin' out this season;
Only heerd one bluebird yit —
Nary robin ner tomtit;
What's the how and why of it?
'Spect it's " Me and Mary! "

Me and Mary liked the birds —
That is, Mary sort o'
Liked 'em first, and afterwards,
W'y, I thought I'd ort 'o.
And them birds — ef Mary stood
Right here with me, like she should —
They'd be singin', them birds would,
All fer me and Mary.

Birds er not, I'm hopin' some
I can git to plowin'!
Ef the sun'll only come,
And the Lord allowin',
Guess to-morry I'll turn in
And git down to work ag'in;
This here loaferin' won't win,
Not fer me and Mary!

Fer a man that loves, like me,
And 's afeard to name it,
Till some other feller, he
Gits the girl — dad-shame-it!
Wet er dry, er cloud er sun —
Winter gone er jes' begun —
Outdoor work fer me er none,
No more " Me and Mary! "