Igo And Ago

We're The Twins from Aunt Marinn's,
            Igo and Ago.
When Dad comes, the show begins! -
            Iram, coram, dago.

Dad he says he named us two
            Igo and Ago
For a poem he always knew,
            Iram, coram, dago.

Then he was a braw Scotchman -
            Igo and Ago. -
Now he's Scotch-Amer-i-can.
            Iram, coram, dago.

"Hey!" he cries, and pats his knee,
            "Igo and Ago,
My twin bairnies, ride wi' me -
            Iram, coram, dago!"



"Here," he laughs, "ye've each a leg,
            Igo and Ago,
Gleg as Tam O'Shanter's 'Meg'!
            Iram, coram, dago!"

Then we mount, with shrieks of mirth -
            Igo and Ago, -
The two gladdest twins on earth!
            Iram, coram, dago.

Wade and Silas-Walker cry, -
            "Igo and Ago -
Annie's kissin' 'em 'good-bye'!" -
            Iram, coram, dago.

Aunty waves us fond farewells. -
            "Igo and Ago,"
Granny pipes, "tak care yersels!"
            Iram, coram, dago.

James Whitcomb Riley

James Whitcomb Riley was an American writer, poet, and best-selling author. He was known as the "Hoosier Poet" and the "Children's Poet" for his dialect works and children's poetry respectively. Over his career, Riley authored approximately 1,000 poems, including "Little Orphant Annie" and "The Raggedy Man". His influence extended into the 20th century, and his works continued to be celebrated for their nostalgic and rural themes.

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