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The Adams’s children, they go out to play

And sometimes their mother don’t see them all day,

But she never frets, ’cause the world is too small,

So she said, for three boys to get lost in it all.

And sometimes she listens outdoors and she hears

The laughing and barking way over to Geer’s,

Which is most half a mile, and she smiles, because then

She knows they’ll be home when they’re hungry again.

The Adams’s children, they get on as though

They were three great chums and not brothers, you know;

And folks like to hear them, when they’re going past,

With the big one ahead and the little one last.

They’ve always got playmates of their very own,

And don’t have to do chores or to study alone,

And everything seems to be three times the fun

For the Adams’s children as though there’s just one!

THE ADAMS’S BOYS

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BILLY Peeble, he ain’t got no parents—never had none, ’cause

When he’s borned he was an orfunt; an’ he said ’at Santa Claus

Never didn’t leave him nothin’, ’cause he was a county charge,