Uncle Josh's Punkin Centre Stories

<p><SPAN name="link2H_4_0029" id="link2H_4_0029"></SPAN></p> <h2> The Unveiling of the Organ </h2> <p>IT wuz down in Punkin Centre,<br/> I believe in eighty-nine,<br/> We had some doin's at the meetin' house,<br/> That we thought wuz purty fine;<br/> <br/> It wuz a great occasion,<br/> The choir, led by Sister Morgan,<br/> Had called us thar to witness<br/> The unveilin' of the organ.<br/> <br/> In order fer to git it<br/> We'd bin savin' here and there,<br/> Lookin' forward to the time<br/> When we'd have music fer to spare,<br/> And as the time it had arrived,<br/> And the organ had cum, too,<br/> We had all of us assembled thar<br/> To hear what the thing could do.<br/> <br/> Wall, it wuz a gorgeous instrument,<br/> In a handsome walnut case,<br/> And thar wuz expectation<br/> Pictured out on every face;<br/> Then when Deacon Witherspoon<br/> Had led us all in prayer,<br/> The congregation all stood up<br/> And Old Hundred rent the air.<br/> <br/> Jist then the doin's took a turn,<br/> Though I'm ashamed to say it,<br/> We found that old Jim Lawson<br/> Wuz the only one could play it;<br/> But Jim, the poor old feller,<br/> Had one besettin' sin,<br/> A fondness fer hard cider<br/> Which he'd bin indulgin' in.<br/> <br/> But he sot down at that organ,<br/> Planked his feet upon the pedals,<br/> And he showed us he could play it<br/> Though he hadn't any medals;<br/> He dwelt upon the treble<br/> And he flirted with the base,<br/> He almost made that organ<br/> Jump right out of its case.<br/> <br/> Wall, the cider got in old Jim's head<br/> And in his fingers, too,<br/> So he played some dancin' music<br/> And old Yankee Doodle Doo;<br/> He shocked old Deacon Witherspoon<br/> And scared poor Sister Morgan,<br/> And jist busted up the meetin'<br/> At the unveilin' of the organ.<br/></p> <div style="break-after:column;"></div><br />