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124 LISTEN HERE THE BOY from Kinfolks: Kentucky Mountain Rhymes (1922) Everything's predestined, So the Preachers sayWisht I'd been predestined To be my brother Clay. He's the only man-child Mammy ever bore. Four of us that's older, Sev'ral young-uns more. Eats with Pop and Grandsir', While we women wait. Has his wings and drumsticks Waiting, if he's late. Rides behind with Poppy, When he goes to mill, Fun'ral-meetings, anywhar Hit suits his little will. Folks delight to sarve him, Let him come and go,No ! he's not so pettish, Hit's a marvel, though. Everything's predestined, And hit's not so bad. We'd 'a' been right lonesome With nary little lad. ...

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