We're The Twins from Aunt Marinn's,
Igo and Ago.
When Dad comes, the show begins!--
Iram, coram, dago.
Close the book and dim the light,
I shall read no more to-night.
No--I am not sleepy, dear--
Do not go: sit by me here
Nobody on the old farm here but Mother, me and John,
Except, of course, the extry he'p when harvest-time come on-
Illileo, the moonlight seemed lost across the vales--
The stars but strewed the azure as an armor's scattered scales;
It is my dream to have you here with me,
Out of the heated city's dust and din--
Here where the colts have room to gambol in,
When two little boys--renowned but for noise--
Hik-tee-dik! Billy and Buddy!--
Out of the hitherwhere into the Yon--
The land that the Lord's love rests upon;
Where one may rely on the friends he meets,
What is it in old fiddle-chunes 'at makes me ketch my breath
And ripples up my backbone tel I'm tickled most to death?--
Iry an' Billy an' Jo!--
Iry an' Billy's _the boys_,
An' _Jo's_ their _dog_, you know,--
Their pictures took all in a row.
'When it's _got_ to be,'--like! always say,
As I notice the years whiz past,
And know each day is a yesterday,
When we size it up, at last,--