The Farmer’s Daughter Cherry (Isabella Valancy Crawford Poems)
The Farmer quit what he was at, The bee-hive he was smokin':He tilted back his old straw hat-- Says he, "Young man, ...
The Farmer quit what he was at, The bee-hive he was smokin':He tilted back his old straw hat-- Says he, "Young man, ...
It's hot to-day. The bees is buzzin' Kinder don't-keer-like aroun' An' fur off the warm air dances O'er the parchin' roofs in town. In ...
Oh! the old swimmin'-hole! whare the crick so still and deep Looked like a baby-river that was laying half asleep, And the ...
On the banks o' Deer Crick! There's the place fer me!-- Worter slidin' past ye jes as clair as it kin be:-- See ...
If Ah evah git to glory, an' Ah hope to mek it thoo,Ah expec' to hyah a story, an' Ah ...
But what's the use of writing 'bush'- Though editors demand it-For city folk, and farming folk, Can never understand it.They're blind to ...
Our Sary Emma is possessed ter be at somethin' queer;She's allers doin' loony things, unheard of fur and near.One time ...
Lawzy! don't I rickollect That-'air old swing in the lane!Right and proper, I expect, Old times _can't_ come back again;But I want ...
Shadder in de valley Sunlight on de hill, Sut'ny wish dat locus' Knowed how to be still. Don't de heat already Mek a body hum, 'Dout ...
DE dog go howlin' 'long de road,De night come shiverin' down;My back is tiahed of its load,I cain't be fu' ...
DINAH stan' befo' de glass,Lookin' moughty neat,An' huh purty shadder sassAt huh haid an' feet.While she sasshay 'roun' an' bow,Smilin' ...
I have jest about decided It 'ud keep a _town-boy_ hoppin' Fer to work all winter, choppin' Fer a' old fire-place, like _I_ ...
If ole Pharaoh, King of Egyp', 'ad been gazin' on the scene 'E'd' ave give the A.I.F. a narsty nameWhen ...
Ole Mother Moon 'oo yanks 'er beamin' dile Acrost the sky when we've grown sick o' day,She's like some fat ...
So, they've struck their streak o' trouble, an' they got it in the neck,An' there's more than one ole pal ...
The mountain brook sung lonesomelike, and loitered on its wayEz if it waited for a child to jine it in ...
Down here in Cactus Center we believe in savin' time;Unlike the waste of powder, wastin' daylight is a crime;So we ...
The mountain brook sung lonesomelike, and loitered on its way Ez if it waited for a child to jine it ...
OH! the old swimmin'-hole! whare the crick so still and deep Looked like a baby-river that was laying half asleep, ...
Tell you what I like the best -- 'Long about knee-deep in June, 'Bout the time strawberries melts On the ...
When a man gits on his uppers in a hard-pan sort of town, An' he ain't got nothin' comin' an' ...
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