OLD OCTOBER

Old October's purt’ nigh gone,

And the frosts is comin’ on

Little HEAVIER every day —

Like our hearts is thataway!

Leaves is changin’ overhead

Back from green to gray and red,

Brown and yeller, with their stems

Loosenin’ on the oaks and e'ms;

And the balance of the trees

Gittin’ balder every breeze —

Like the heads we're scratchin’ on!

Old October's purt’ nigh gone.

I love Old October so,

I can n't bear to see her go —

Seems to me like losin’ some

Old-home relative er chum —

‘ Pears like sorto’ settin’ by

Some old friend‘ at sigh by sigh

Was a-passin’ out o’ sight

Into everlastin’ night!

Hickernuts a feller hears

Rattlin’ down is more like tears

Drappin’ on the leaves below —

I love Old October so!

Ca n't tell what it is about

Old October knocks me out!—

I sleep well enough at night —

And the blamedest appetite

Ever mortal man possessed,—

Last thing et, it tastes the best!—

Warnuts, butternuts, pawpaws,

‘ Iles and limbers up my jaws

Fer raal service, sich as new

Pork, spareribs, and sausage, too.—

Yit, fer all, they's somepin’‘ bout

Old October knocks me out!