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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=477895" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Rivals</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">'TWAS three an' thirty year ago,<br>I When I was ruther young, you know,<br>I had my last an' only fight<br>About a gal one summer night.<br>'Twas me an' Zekel Johnson; Zeke<br>'N' me 'd be'n spattin' 'bout a week,<br>Each of us tryin' his best to show<br>That he was Liza Jones's beau.<br>We couldn't neither prove the thing,<br>Fur she was fur too sharp to fling<br>One over fur the other one<br>An' by so doin' stop the fun <br>That we chaps didn't have the sense<br>To see she got at our expense,<br>But that's the way a feller does,<br>Fur boys is fools an' allus was.<br>An' when they's females in the game<br>I reckon men's about the same.<br>Well, Zeke an' me went on that way<br>An' fussed an' quarrelled day by day;<br>While Liza, mindin' not the fuss,<br>Jest kep' a-goin' with both of us,<br>Tell we pore chaps, that's Zeke an' me,<br>Was jest plum mad with jealousy.<br>Well, fur a time we kep' our places,<br>An' only showed by frownin' faces<br>An' looks 'at well our meanin' boded<br>How full o' fight we both was loaded.<br>At last it come, the thing broke out,<br>An' this is how it come about.<br>One night ('t was fair, you'll all agree)<br>I got Eliza's company,<br>An' leavin' Zekel in the lurch,<br>Went trottin' off with her to church.<br>An' jest as we had took our seat <br>(Eliza lookin' fair an' sweet),<br>Why, I jest couldn't help but grin<br>When Zekel come a-bouncin' in<br>As furious as the law allows.<br>He'd jest be'n up to Liza's house,<br>To find her gone, then come to church<br>To have this end put to his search.<br>I guess I laffed that meetin' through,<br>An' not a mortal word I knew<br>Of what the preacher preached er read<br>Er what the choir sung er said.<br>Fur every time I'd turn my head<br>I couldn't skeercely help but see<br>'At Zekel had his eye on me.<br>An' he 'ud sort o' turn an' twist<br>An' grind his teeth an' shake his fist.<br>I laughed, fur la! the hull church seen us,<br>An' knowed that suthin' was between us.<br>Well, meetin' out, we started hum,<br>I sorter feelin' what would come.<br>We'd jest got out, when up stepped Zeke,<br>An' said, 'Scuse me, I'd like to speak<br>To you a minute.' 'Cert,' said I — <br>A-nudgin' Liza on the sly<br>An' laughin' in my sleeve with glee,<br>I asked her, please, to pardon me.<br>We walked away a step er two,<br>Jest to git out o' Liza's view,<br>An' then Zeke said, 'I want to know<br>Ef you think you're Eliza's beau,<br>An' 'at I'm goin' to let her go<br>Hum with sich a chap as you?'<br>An' I said bold, 'You bet I do.'<br>Then Zekel, sneerin', said 'at he<br>Didn't want to hender me.<br>But then he 'lowed the gal was his<br>An' 'at he guessed he knowed his biz,<br>An' wasn't feared o' all my kin<br>With all my friends an' chums throwed in.<br>Some other things he mentioned there<br>That no born man could no ways bear<br>Er think o' ca'mly tryin' to stan'<br>Ef Zeke had be'n the bigges' man<br>In town, an' not the leanest runt<br>'At time an' labor ever stunt.<br>An' so I let my fist go 'bim,' <br>I thought I'd mos' nigh finished him.<br>But Zekel didn't take it so.<br>He jest ducked down an' dodged my blow<br>An' then come back at me so hard,<br>I guess I must 'a' hurt the yard,<br>Er spilet the grass plot where I fell,<br>An' sakes alive it hurt me; well,<br>It wouldn't be'n so bad, you see,<br>But he jest kep' a-hittin' me.<br>An' I hit back an' kicked an' pawed,<br>But 't seemed 'twas mostly air I clawed,<br>While Zekel used his science well<br>A-makin' every motion tell.<br>He punched an' hit, why, goodness lands,<br>Seemed like he had a dozen hands.<br>Well, afterwhile they stopped the fuss,<br>An' some one kindly parted us.<br>All beat an' cuffed an' clawed an' scratched,<br>An' needin' both our faces patched,<br>Each started hum a different way;<br>An' what o' Liza, do you say,<br>Why, Liza — little humbug — dern her,<br>Why, she'd gone home with Hiram Turner.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Paul+Laurence+Dunbar">Paul Laurence Dunbar</a><div class=q>
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I When I was ruther young, you know,
I had my last an' only fight
About a gal one summer night.
'Twas me an' Zekel Johnson; Zeke
'N' me 'd be'n spattin' 'bout a week,
Each of us tryin' his best to show
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