1919 Yearbook
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1919 Yearbook
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THAT DURNED OLD LAZY FEELIN'
That durned old lazy f eelin'
That gits yer in the Spring,
When the robin starts to twitter
And the medder-lark to sing.
It's then that you're so blamed tired,
That the work don't do a thing.
When that durned old lazy feelin'
Comes ter get yer in the Spring.
You could sit and rest the hull day
While the "hammer" down the road,
Is a peckin' and a peckin'
And at night a dog-gone toad
Comes a hoppin' round, and then, sir,
When you don't do nary thing,
You're sure got the lazy feelin'
That comes 'round 'bout ev'ry Spring.
You don't give a Continental
Whether lesson's got or not.
But it's more than rather likely
You'll be out in the back lot
A diggin' for some fish-worms
To go fishin' and you'll sing.
It's a sweet old heav'nly feelin'
Comes a creepin' round in Spring.
Seems to come to ev'ry critter,
But to kids it comes the worst
You can't do a thing to stop it,—
And you wouldn't, if you bust
With the pent-up joy that's in yer,—
That strange old happy thing,
0! That grand and glorious feelin'
That comes sneakin' round in Spring.
Well it comes just once a year, sir,
And yer can't blame if it's sad
For the teachers and the parents
Who thinks it's pretty bad
If you take a short vacation
When the bluebird's on the wing.
And you love that lazy feeling
That comes stealin' 'round in Spring.
—Huck Finn,
That durned old lazy f eelin'
That gits yer in the Spring,
When the robin starts to twitter
And the medder-lark to sing.
It's then that you're so blamed tired,
That the work don't do a thing.
When that durned old lazy feelin'
Comes ter get yer in the Spring.
You could sit and rest the hull day
While the "hammer" down the road,
Is a peckin' and a peckin'
And at night a dog-gone toad
Comes a hoppin' round, and then, sir,
When you don't do nary thing,
You're sure got the lazy feelin'
That comes 'round 'bout ev'ry Spring.
You don't give a Continental
Whether lesson's got or not.
But it's more than rather likely
You'll be out in the back lot
A diggin' for some fish-worms
To go fishin' and you'll sing.
It's a sweet old heav'nly feelin'
Comes a creepin' round in Spring.
Seems to come to ev'ry critter,
But to kids it comes the worst
You can't do a thing to stop it,—
And you wouldn't, if you bust
With the pent-up joy that's in yer,—
That strange old happy thing,
0! That grand and glorious feelin'
That comes sneakin' round in Spring.
Well it comes just once a year, sir,
And yer can't blame if it's sad
For the teachers and the parents
Who thinks it's pretty bad
If you take a short vacation
When the bluebird's on the wing.
And you love that lazy feeling
That comes stealin' 'round in Spring.
—Huck Finn,
Date
1919
Rights
St. Ambrose University, 518 W. Locust St., Davenport, IA 52803
Identifier
http://cdm16810.contentdm.oclc.org/cdm/ref/collection/p16810coll2/id/4657