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POEMS BY CLARA A. MERRILL
STOP TALKIN'
When a feller gets his back up
And his temper's in a muss;
If he keeps a peckin' at ye—
Tryin' hard to pick a fuss.—
Jest ye go about yer bis-ness.
'Course its aggravatin'—but
Half the row will be averted
If ye'll keep yer talker shut!
And his temper's in a muss;
If he keeps a peckin' at ye—
Tryin' hard to pick a fuss.—
Jest ye go about yer bis-ness.
'Course its aggravatin'—but
Half the row will be averted
If ye'll keep yer talker shut!
Shut yer lips together firmly—
Let the "other feller" groan,—
Soon yell find the ranch deserted,
For he will not fight alone.
Ferocious bully'll prove a coward,—
If ye swerve not from the rut
Of yer staunch determination
That yell keep yer talker shut!
Let the "other feller" groan,—
Soon yell find the ranch deserted,
For he will not fight alone.
Ferocious bully'll prove a coward,—
If ye swerve not from the rut
Of yer staunch determination
That yell keep yer talker shut!
Talkin' makes a heap o' trouble
Out o' nothin', scandals great,—
As one gossip, then another
From the truth will deviate
Out o' nothin', scandals great,—
As one gossip, then another
From the truth will deviate
