“Damned if I will––hayseed,” he retorted with a meaning pause and accent.
I allow you to—er—ornament my tree, and 'tain't every hayseed I'd let do that.'
An' no jollyin' nor green money would change that hayseed's mind.
He lives on hayseed,—everywhere he's found, But in the country he does most abound.
Only a word now an' then about a farmer—an' somethin' about hayseed.