When they was high, then I was low, An' I too fast, or they too slow, An' after every verse, you know, I pitched it pretty middlin' high, Was singin' there alone! And not a wave of trouble rolled And Sister Brown - I could but look She sits right front of me; But then she al'ays tried to do She understood the time right through, But when she tried this mornin', oh, It e'en a'most came off! As one might well suppose; He took one look at Sister Brown, And laid it on the seat, And then a pensive sigh he drew, But drawed his red bandanner out, I've been a sister, good an' true, For five-an'-thirty year; I've done what seemed my part to do, An' prayed my duty clear; But Death will stop my voice, I know, For he is on my track; And some day I to church will go, And never more come back; And when the folks gets up to sing — I do not want no patent thing WILL CARLETON. A Hindoo died - A maiden once, of certain age A man sat on a rock and sought As vonce I valked by a dismal swamp Baby's brain is tired of thinking Basking in peace in the warm spring sun Dear maid, let me speak Dear Priscilla, quaint, and very Der boet may sing off "Der Oldt Oaken Bookit" Dere vhas a leedle vomans once 346 69 242 294 63 32 Dhere vas many queer dings in dis land off der free. 327 Far off in the waste of desert sand Feel more 'an ever like a fool Five mites of monads dwelt in a round drop Good old Elder Lamb has labored for a thousand Gosh! But Phoebe did look sweet! Go 'way, fiddle! Folks is tired, etc. Hans Breitmann gife a barty Have you heard of the wonderful one-hoss shay He sermonized industriously in his didactic way He was jes' a plain, ever'-day, all-round kind of a jour. He was the Chairman of the Guild His engagement is ended at last His heart a maiden robbed him of I don'd vas preaching voman's righdts I don't go much on religion I haf von funny leedle poy "I know what you're going to say," she said I lay i' the bosom of the sun . 24 120 113 283 332 4 107 116 281 138 78 26 56 I nebber breaks a colt afore he's old enough to trabbel In letters large upon the frame. It is positively false to call us frantic It is very aggravating It's all very well for preachin' 313 65 |