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           Requested Song
        Taste of Country Life.
I got a lay-off in July,
   And so I told my wife
We'd go to Uncle Jake's and try
   A taste of county life.
When we arriced I told my Uncle
   We'd been coop up indoors,
And now I'l like to try my spunk
   By helping with the chores.

And when he said, "Guess not, by
   Jing."
  I made him understand
That I could do just anything
   To which I turned my head.
So when he turned away and said,
   With his strange, quiet laugh,
That I could go down to the shed
   And feed the little calf.

I got a-straddle of its neck,
   As Uncle told me to;
He never said a word, by heck,
   Of what that claf might do.
He said some calves at three days old
   Would drink as fine as silk.
Then mentioned that I'd have to hold
   Its nose down in the milk.

It acted like it thought the pail
   Was 'way up in the air;
It tramped my feet and switched its tall
   And gurgled in despair.
It wrestled my about the place
   Intil my hand slipped off.
Then, with its nose right in my face,
   It gave an awful cough.

It filled my face with milk and chaff,
   And. with my eyes a-squint;
The things I said about that calf
   WOuld not look well in print/
Again with vim it did infuse,
   And sloshed the milk around.
The most of which went in my shoes
   And the rest went on the ground.

It gave the pail and awful bunt
   Half way across the shed,
Then bowed its back and pulled a stunt
   That stood me on my head.
When I arose and looked about,
   My sould was filled with gail,
For Uncle Jake, the foxy scout,
   Had stood and watched it all.

The milk was was dripping from my chin
   Upon my new cravat;
The bloomin' calf had one foot
   In my seven dollar hat.
So, when they'd dipped me in the suds
   And gently rubbed my down,
I told my wife to pack our duds
   And we'd go back to town.
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