Just Folks
We\'re queer folks here. We\'ll talk about the weather, The good times
we have had together, The good times near, The roses buddin\', an\' the bees
Once more upon their nectar sprees; The scarlet fever scare, an\' who Came
mighty near not pullin\' through, An\' who had light attacks, an\' all The
things that int\'rest, big or small; But here you\'ll never hear of sinnin\' Or
any scandal that\'s beginnin\'. We\'ve got too many other labors To scatter
tales that harm our neighbors.
We\'re strange folks here. We\'re tryin\' to be cheerful, An\' keep this
home from gettin\' tearful. We hold it dear Too dear for pettiness an\'
meanness, An\' nasty tales of men\'s uncleanness. Here you shall come to
joyous smilin\', Secure from hate an\' harsh revilin\'; Here, where the wood
fire brightly blazes, You\'ll hear from us our neighbor\'s praises. Here, that
they\'ll never grow to doubt us, We keep our friends always about us; An\'
here, though storms outside may pelter Is refuge for our friends, an\'
shelter.