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Dey's a heap o' fun fishin' in de ole Maine woods ; 



Gittin' ready by'm by. 

 If you een't much skeer'd gittin' kotched out late, 

 En yo's done got plenty o' de right kin' o' bait, 

 'Case it's mighty ha'd to find, in a Prohibition State, 



Yo'll git dar by'm by. 



Wat a heap er fun libbin' in de ole log camps; 



We'll git dar by'm by. 

 Dey's de unly kin' er chowder en de big slapjacks, 

 En pork wif lasses twell yo' ole mouf smacks, 

 Fo' dey ain't a blessed t'ing dat de commissary laicks, 



Oh, we'll rise en sing by'm by. 



Dey's de bestest kin' o' sport in de streams en lakes; 



We'll sing en shout by'm by. 

 Dey's a ma'ch froo de woods en a buckbo'd ride, 

 Er heap o' good fishin' en a boat wif er guide, 

 An' a monst'ous bully lunch w'en de fish am fried, 



We'll sho'ly shine by'm by. 



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