21 September 2007

O the Raggedy Man, he works fer Pa;
An' he's the bestest man ever you saw.
He comes to our house every day,
An' waters the horses, an' feeds 'em hay;
An' he opens the shed, an' we all ist laugh
When he drives out our little old wobble-ly calf;
An' nen, ef our hired girl says he can,
he milks the cow fer 'Lizabuth Ann.
Ain't he a' awful good Raggedy Man?
Raggedy, Raggedy, Raggedy Man.

Why, the Raggedy Man, he ist so good,
He splits the kindlin' an' chops the wood;
An' nen he spades in our garden, too,
An' does most things 'at boys can't do.
He climbed clean up in our big 'ole tree
An' shooked a' apple down fer me
An' 'nother 'n', too, fer 'Lizabuth Ann
An' 'nother 'n', too, fer The Raggedy Man.
Ain't he a' awfully kind Raggedy Man?
Raggedy, Raggedy, Raggedy Man.

Once when he wuz makin' a bow-'n'-arry fer me
Says "When you get big like your Pa is
Air you goin' to have a fine store like his?
An' be a rich merchunt an' wear fine clothes?
Er, what air you goin' to be, goodness knows?"
An' nen he laughed at 'Lizabuth Ann,
An' I says "'M goin' to be a Raggedy Man!
I'm ist go' to be a nice Raggedy Man!"
Raggedy, Raggedy, Raggedy Man.

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