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Oncet me an’ Joe Simpson wuz walkin’ one night

A’ past th’ old graveyard, an’ saw somethin’ white

’Et looked like a ghost, standin’ right in th’ road,

An’ my, Joe wuz scairt! ’Cuz he said ’et he knowed

It wuz surely a ghost; an’ I wisseled, becuz

When you wissel you scare ’em; an’ all that it wuz

Wuz a great, big, white cow; an’ it thes’ walked away,

An’ I wuzn’t no more scairt ’n if it wuz day!

’Cuz I don’t b’lieve in ghosts, an’ I’d thes’ as lieve go

A’ past any graveyard an’ walk awful slow,

An’ wissel, an’ sit on th’ top of th’ fence,

’Cuz th’ ain’t any ghosts if you got any sense.

An’ when we saw that big white thing by th’ road

’Et Joe wuz so scairt of, I wuzn’t. I knowed

All th’ time it’s no ghost. I wuz nervous becuz

I knowed what it wuzn’t, but not what it wuz!

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POP took me to the circus ’cause it disappoints me so

To have to stay at home, although he doesn’t care to go;

He’s seen it all so many times, the wagons and the tents;

The cages of wild animals and herds of elephants;