TEXAS, WHERE THE MOCKINapostrophe1212 BIRD IS SINGINapostrophe1212

VERSE 1
Oh, you ought to come to Texas,
Ef you only want to know,
How the watermelon smiles up on the vine;
Where the cottonfield is lookinapostrophe1212
Like a mighty heap oapostrophe1212 snow,
Anapostrophe1212 the corn anapostrophe1212 apostrophe1212taters grow so big anapostrophe1212 fine.  (Chorus)


VERSE 2
When the prairie is a-bloominapostrophe1212,
And the leaves are puttinapostrophe1212 out,
And the people all are through a-plantinapostrophe1212 corn;
Then we get our fishinapostrophe1212 tackle,
And the way we catch the trout;
Oh, you never see the like since you was born.  (Chorus)


VERSE 3
When the flowers are a-bloominapostrophe1212,
Anapostrophe1212 the birds a-singinapostrophe1212 sweet,
Anapostrophe1212 the golden grain a-wavinapostrophe1212 to and fro;
Anapostrophe1212 the luscious big blackberries
Gettinapostrophe1212 ripe enough to eat,
Anapostrophe1212 the melons on the vine begin to grow.  (Chorus)


VERSE 4
When the mockinapostrophe1212 bird is singinapostrophe1212,
In the willow by the stream,
Anapostrophe1212 the echo from the hillside oapostrophe1212er the way;
Is a-floatinapostrophe1212 on the zephyrs,
Like a happy summer dream;
Oh! a fellow never wants to go away!  (Chorus)


VERSE 5
Oh, ef you could see the cattle,
Here, a-gazinapostrophe1212 on the plain,
Anapostrophe1212 could see the deer anapostrophe1212 turkey in the wood;
Anapostrophe1212 could see the crops a-growinapostrophe1212
Just a-followinapostrophe1212 a rain;
You would leave the frozen region then for good.  (Chorus)


VERSE 6
Come, now, let us go a-fishinapostrophe1212,
Anapostrophe1212 a-huntinapostrophe1212 once or twice,
Anapostrophe1212 letapostrophe1212s gt a taste oapostrophe1212 Texas possum pie;
Anapostrophe1212 that Texas watermelon--
Ef you only get a slice,
Oh, you couldnapostrophe1212t stay away ef youapostrophe1212s to try.  (Chorus)

CHORUS
Oh, when the spring is cominapostrophe1212,
Then you hear the bees a humminapostrophe1212,
See the butterflies a flyinapostrophe1212 rounapostrophe1212 so gay;
Anapostrophe1212 beside the crystal rill,
You can hear the whipporwill;
Anapostrophe1212 the mockinapostrophe1212 bird is singinapostrophe1212 of his lay.