THAR'S a feelin' of pleasure, mixed in with some pain,  
     That over my memory scoots,
 
     When I think of my boyhood days once again
 
     And my fust pair of copper¹ toed boots.
 
     How our folks stood around when I fust tried them on,
 
     And bravely marched out on the floor,
 
     And father remarked "thar a mighty² good fit
 
     And the best to be had at the store."
 
     That night, I remember, I took them to bed,
 
     With the rest of us little galoots,
 
     And among other things in my prars which I sed
 
     Wuz a reference to copper toed boots.
 
     And then in the mornin' the fust one on hand
 
     Wuz me and my new acquisition,
 
     And thar wuzn't a spot in the house that I missed,
 
     From the garret clar down to the kitchen.
 
     Then with feelin's expandin', and huntin' fer room,
 
     I concluded I'd h............