Racin' Day In Billville

'Twas racin' day in Billville, the mules wei all in line. The jockeys lookin' happy an' the bettor feeliu' flne; An' thern that didn't have the cash jes staked tlieireoru an' hay, An' many a bale of cotton eame near chang in' hands that day. There was mules that came from Te.xas Kentucky had hei' share; An' stubborn representatives froni Nort Ca'lina there; Au' the fa'ne oíd Georgia article that wen clean through the war, Stood solemn by, a wonderin' what the crowc was waitin' for. The gyurls was out in eallikers; the men in cotton jeans; The Joneses an' the Jenkinses, the Johnson an' the Green 6; The parson left camp meetin' an' took th higbest seat, An' sortei give 'em pointers on the critte thatwould beat: The mayor was interested, the sheriff took his stand: The judgo looked down the race track like he saw the promised land; An' twenty 6olemn deacons broke the Meth odistic rules And sorter bet in private with an "Amen" fo the mules! The groceryman closed up his store, the farmer lefi his erop, 'Peared like the world was waitin' for the handkerchlef to drop. Tbe jockeys they was mounted and ready for the run, An' now they get the signal, an' the World was f uil ot fun! They spurred an' spurred an' beat'an' banged tfiem mules from left to riRht, It jest 'peared like hoss racin' weren't their usual delisht. Some wouldn't go beyon' a trot, and some set out to bray; Some backed their ears, then backed themseives an' went the other way. Some kicked the benehes over, some reared around and throwed The miserable jockeys in the middle of the road ; An' others turned an' made for home a brayln' lonj; an' loud, Sopranner 1,0 the tennor o' that disappointec crowd. Then the deacons feit uneasy, said the jockeys, they was foois; The parson preached a sermón on the stubüornness of mules; The sheriff rose up in his wrath, an' jerkec his coat and vest, Au' beat. the mulé he bet 011, an' Ievied on the rest.