The Old Hay-Mow'S The Place To Play Fer Boys, When It's A Rainy Day! I Good-'Eal Ruther Be Up There Than Down In Town, Er Anywhere! When I Play In Our Stable-Loft, The Good Old Hay'S So Dry An' Soft, An' Feels So Fine, An' Smells So Sweet, I 'Most Ferget To Go An' Eat. An' One Time Wunst I Did Ferget To Go 'Tel Dinner Was All Et, - An' They Had Short-Cake - An' - Bud He Hogged Up The Piece Ma Saved Fer Me! Nen I Won't Let Him Play No More In Our Hay-Mow Where I Keep Store An' Got Hen-Eggs To Sell, - An' Shoo The Cackle-Un Old Hen Out, Too! An' Nen, When Aunty She Was Here A-Visitun From Rensselaer, An' Bringed My Little Cousin, - He Can Come Up There An' Play With Me. But, After While - When Bud He Bets 'At I Can't Turn No Summersetts, - I Let Him Come Up, Ef He Can Ac' Ha'F-Way Like A Gentleman!