How The Feud Began
Thoinpson's, boy was tall an' slim, An' pleggy nígh a fooi; Thompsori, though, was proud o' him, An' evenin's, arter school. Dst to talto him with him whea He went to Süt aroun1 An1 ariiy politics with men That loafed aliout the town. Nothin' tickled Thompson more Than hear n' Tobio shout, So he ust to git tho üoor An' draw the urchin out. Then he'd stand, a-looli:n' proud, Thinlíin' : "Ain't lie sniart?" Nevor noticin' the crowd One by one depart. Waal, one cvenin' on the street Thompson showed him off 'Mong some men he chimced to meet, One of which was God. Goff was sort o' cross that day - Wasn't feelin' r ght- An', I reckon, truth tosay, Wasn't jest perlite. Thompson bïme-by shouted out, Pulln' Gk)Lt aroun' : " Don't yo reckon he's erbout The rarest boy in town?" " Yaas," says 3ofl, " he 'pears ter be A little underdone: Td bake him over, seems ter me, El I had such a son." That was forty years ago, But ev'ry sence that night The Gofls an' Thompsons hated so They allus shot at sight. An' only one is left to-day- He's up in Illinoy, As rich as mud, I've heard 'em say- Which same is Thompson' s boy.
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