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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=416894" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Up And Down Old Brandywine</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Up and down old Brandywine,<br>In the days 'at's past and gone--<br>With a dad-burn hook-and line<br>And a saplin' pole--swawn!<br>I've had more fun, to the square<br>Inch, than ever ANYwhere!<br>Heaven to come can't discount MINE<br>Up and down old Brandywine!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Hain't no sense in WISHIN'--yit<br>Wisht to goodness I COULD jes<br>'Gee' the blame' world round and git<br>Back to that old happiness!--<br>Kindo' drive back in the shade<br>'The old Covered Bridge' there laid<br>'Crosst the crick, and sorto' soak<br>My soul over, hub and spoke!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Honest, now!--it hain't no DREAM<br>'At I'm wantin',--but THE FAC'S<br>As they wuz; the same old stream,<br>And the same old times, i jacks!--<br>Gim me back my bare feet--and<br>Stonebruise too!--And scratched and tanned!<br>And let hottest dog-days shine<br>Up and down old Brandywine!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">In and on betwixt the trees<br>'Long the banks, pour down yer noon,<br>Kindo' curdled with the breeze<br>And the yallerhammer's tune;<br>And the smokin', chokin' dust<br>O' the turnpike at its wusst--<br>SATURD'YS, say, when it seems<br>Road's jes jammed with country teams!--</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Whilse the old town, fur away<br>'Crosst the hazy pastur'-land,<br>Dozed-like in the heat o' day<br>Peaceful' as a hired hand.<br>Jolt the gravel th'ough the floor<br>O' the old bridge!--grind and roar<br>With yer blame percession-line--<br>Up and down old Brandywine!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Souse me and my new straw-hat<br>Off the foot-log!--what _I_ care?--<br>Fist shoved in the crown o' that--<br>Like the old Clown ust to wear.<br>Wouldn't swop it fer a' old<br>Gin-u-wine raal crown o' gold!--<br>Keep yer KING ef you'll gim me<br>Jes the boy I ust to be!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Spill my fishin'-worms! er steal<br>My best 'goggle-eye!'--but you<br>Can't lay hands on joys I feel<br>Nibblin' like they ust to do!<br>So, in memory, to-day<br>Same old ripple lips away<br>At my 'cork' and saggin' line,<br>Up and down old Bradywine!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">There the logs is, round the hill,<br>Where 'Old Irvin' ust to lift<br>Out sunfish from daylight till<br>Dewfall--'fore he'd leave 'The Drift'<br>And give US a chance--and then<br>Kindo' fish back home again,<br>Ketchin' 'em jes left and right<br>Where WE hadn't got 'a bite!'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Er, 'way windin' out and in,--<br>Old path th'ough the iurnweeds<br>And dog-fennel to yer chin--<br>Then come suddent, th'ough the reeds<br>And cat-tails, smack into where<br>Them--air woods--hogs ust to scare<br>Us clean 'crosst the County-line,<br>Up and down old Brandywine!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">But the dim roar o' the dam<br>It 'ud coax us furder still<br>To'rds the old race, slow and ca'm,<br>Slidin' on to Huston's mill--<br>Where, I'spect, 'The Freeport crowd'<br>Never WARMED to us er 'lowed<br>We wuz quite so overly<br>Welcome as we aimed to be.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Still it 'peared like ever'thing--<br>Fur away from home as THERE--<br>Had more RELISH-like, i jing!--<br>Fish in stream, er bird in air!<br>O them rich old bottom-lands,<br>Past where Cowden's Schoolhouse stands!<br>Wortermelons--MASTER-MINE!<br>Up and down old Brandywine!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And sich pop-paws!--Lumps o' raw<br>Gold and green,--jes oozy th'ough<br>With ripe yaller--like you've saw<br>Custard-pie with no crust to:<br>And jes GORGES o' wild plums,<br>Till a feller'd suck his thumbs<br>Clean up to his elbows! MY!--<br>ME SOME MORE ER LEM ME DIE!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Up and down old Brandywine! ...<br>Stripe me with pokeberry-juice!--<br>Flick me with a pizenvine<br>And yell 'Yip!' and lem me loose!<br>--Old now as I then wuz young,<br>'F I could sing as I HAVE sung,<br>Song 'ud surely ring DEE-VINE<br>Up and down old Brandywine!</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=James+Whitcomb+Riley">James Whitcomb Riley</a><div class=q>
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In the days 'at's past and gone--
With a dad-burn hook-and line
And a saplin' pole--swawn!
I've had more fun, to the square
Inch, than ever ANYwhere!
Heaven to come can't discount MINE
Up and down old Brandywine!

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