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| LITTLE Orphant Annie ’s come to our house to stay, | |
| An’ wash the cups and saucers up, an’ brush the crumbs away, | |
| An’ shoo the chickens off the porch, an’ dust the hearth, an’ sweep, | |
| An’ make the fire, an’ bake the bread, an’ earn her board-an’-keep; | |
| An’ all us other childern, when the supper things is done, | 5 |
| We set around the kitchen fire an’ has the mostest fun | |
| A-list’nin’ to the witch-tales ’at Annie tells about. | |
| An’ the Gobble-uns ’at gits you | |
| Ef you | |
| Don’t | 10 |
| Watch | |
| Out! | |
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| Onc’t they was a little boy wouldn’t say his prayers,— | |
| So when he went to bed at night, away up stairs, | |
| His Mammy heerd him holler, an’ his Daddy heerd him bawl, | 15 |
| An’ when they turn’t the kivvers down, he wasn’t there at all! | |
| An’ they seeked him in the rafter-room, an’ cubby-hole, an press, | |
| An’ seeked him up the chimbly-flue, an’ ever’wheres, I guess; | |
| But all they ever found was thist his pants an’ roundabout! | |
| An’ the Gobble-uns ’ll git you | 20 |
| Ef you | |
| Don’t | |
| Watch | |
| Out! | |
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| An’ one time a little girl ’ud allus laugh an’ grin, | 25 |
| An’ make fun of ever’ one, an’ all her blood an’ kin; | |
| An’ onc’t when they was “company,” an’ ole folks was there, | |
| She mocked ’em an’ shocked ’em, an’ said she didn’t care! | |
| An’ thist as she kicked her heels, an’ turn’t to run an’ hide, | |
| They was two great big Black Things a-standin’ by her side, | 30 |
| An’ they snatched her through the ceilin’ ’fore she knowed what she ’s about! | |
| An’ the Gobble-uns ’ll git you | |
| Ef you | |
| Don’t | |
| Watch | 35 |
| Out! | |
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| An’ little Orphant Annie says, when the blaze is blue, | |
| An’ the lampwick sputters, an’ the wind goes woo-oo! | |
| An’ you hear the crickets quit, an’ the moon is gray, | |
| An’ the lightnin’-bugs in dew is all squenched away,— | 40 |
| You better mind yer parents, and yer teachers fond and dear, | |
| An’ churish them ’at loves you, an’ dry the orphant’s tear, | |
| An’ he’p the pore an’ needy ones ’at clusters all about, | |
| Er the Gobble-uns ’ll git you | |
| Ef you | 45 |
| Don’t | |
| Watch | |
| Out! | |
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