And the song of the mudcat was heard in that land, through a woozy mist, crossing the rolling hills under the stars on the quiet and warm evening air, to the plunking of worn, old Silvertone.

I plays the banjo
Better now,
Than him that taught me do...
Because he plays
For all the world
And I jes' plays for you!

He learns his tunes
I jes' lets down
A banjo string or two,
Into the deepest
Of my heart
An' draws up tunes, for you!

And slowly they
Come swinging up
A-quivering thorugh and through
'Til with a rush
Of tingling notes
They reaches light and you!

Oh, I never knows
If they will shine
Wet with tears
Or dew
I only know,
That dew or tears
Thy shine because of you..
Of you!!

Goodnight, Ms McGillicuddy, wherever you are!

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