FOLKS AT LONESOMEVILLE
Pore-folks lives at Lonesomeville—Lawzy! but they’re pore!Houses with no winders in,And hardly any door:Chimbly all tore down, and noSmoke in that at all—Ist a stovepipe through a holeIn the kitchen-wall!Pump ’at’s got no handle on;And no woodshed—And,wooh!—Mighty cold there, choppin’ wood,Like pore-folks has to do!—Winter-time, and snow and sleetIst fairly fit to kill!—Hope to goodnessSanty ClausGoes to Lonesomeville!
Pore-folks lives at Lonesomeville—Lawzy! but they’re pore!Houses with no winders in,And hardly any door:Chimbly all tore down, and noSmoke in that at all—Ist a stovepipe through a holeIn the kitchen-wall!Pump ’at’s got no handle on;And no woodshed—And,wooh!—Mighty cold there, choppin’ wood,Like pore-folks has to do!—Winter-time, and snow and sleetIst fairly fit to kill!—Hope to goodnessSanty ClausGoes to Lonesomeville!
Pore-folks lives at Lonesomeville—Lawzy! but they’re pore!Houses with no winders in,And hardly any door:Chimbly all tore down, and noSmoke in that at all—Ist a stovepipe through a holeIn the kitchen-wall!
Pore-folks lives at Lonesomeville—
Lawzy! but they’re pore!
Houses with no winders in,
And hardly any door:
Chimbly all tore down, and no
Smoke in that at all—
Ist a stovepipe through a hole
In the kitchen-wall!
Pump ’at’s got no handle on;And no woodshed—And,wooh!—Mighty cold there, choppin’ wood,Like pore-folks has to do!—Winter-time, and snow and sleetIst fairly fit to kill!—Hope to goodnessSanty ClausGoes to Lonesomeville!
Pump ’at’s got no handle on;
And no woodshed—And,wooh!—
Mighty cold there, choppin’ wood,
Like pore-folks has to do!—
Winter-time, and snow and sleet
Ist fairly fit to kill!—
Hope to goodnessSanty Claus
Goes to Lonesomeville!