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RECREA TION. 



I 'member when no house for mile' 

 'Cept few ole shanty by Presque Isle. 

 Dat be de time when Pete be smart 

 And know de muskrat trick' by heart; 

 An' when two duck come all alone 

 I jes bang once; she fall lak stone. 

 But time is change; Pete los' her eye; 

 I can't shoot one duck now, I try; 



But dats all right, I got my Joe. 



You hear 'bout him? What, No? 



Well, one night win she blow, blow, blow — 



Lak nevaire blow before, I know; 



An' some big boat jes off de shore 



Go down, an' don't come up no more. 



She all bus' up an' den nex' day 



Some t'ings be floatin' hon de bay. 



I tink I go an' save some wood, 

 An' maybe sometin' else dat's good; 

 An' dat's de way I find my Joe. 

 He's big boy now, dat's long time 'go; 



De probate court try take from me, 

 'Cause lil' Joe have propertee. 

 But lil' Joe she hug me tight; 

 I say you tak him now you fight; 



