Me and Mary

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-dinging 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 Jist on "Me and Mary!" Muddy yit along the pike Sense the winter's freezin' And the orchard's backard-like Bloomin' out this season; Only heerd one bluebird yit— Nary robin er tomtit; What's the how and why of it? S'pect its "Me and Mary!" Me and Mary liked the birds— That is, Mary sorto' Liked them first, and afterwerds W'y I thought I orto. And them birds—ef Mary stood Right here with me as she should— They'd be singin', them birds would All fer me and Mary! Birds er not, I'm hopin' some I kin 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 agin: 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 clouds er sun— Winter gone, er jist begun— Out-door work few me er none. No more "Me and Mary!"