Swazy folks and others; poems . A part of Natchers poem;When weed an rose an all that grows, An yeller birds a-winging,An fields an trees an honey bees Was fairly made fer singing! 1 alius feel I want t steal Out yenderwards an waller—Stretch out sum place an squint my face An watch the sky-fleece foller;An loaf a bit—an dream of it— It makes me feel fergivin—I predate my happy state y^« much obleeged fer livin/ 54 SWAZY FOLKS AND OTHERS Triolet—tp Her. fX/HEN she comes tripping down the street^ I fear I lose my head a bit— So blithely move her dainty feet; (She is, in truth, a coquette sweet!
Swazy folks and others; poems . A part of Natchers poem;When weed an rose an all that grows, An yeller birds a-winging,An fields an trees an honey bees Was fairly made fer singing! 1 alius feel I want t steal Out yenderwards an waller—Stretch out sum place an squint my face An watch the sky-fleece foller;An loaf a bit—an dream of it— It makes me feel fergivin—I predate my happy state y^« much obleeged fer livin/ 54 SWAZY FOLKS AND OTHERS Triolet—tp Her. fX/HEN she comes tripping down the street^ I fear I lose my head a bit— So blithely move her dainty feet; (She is, in truth, a coquette sweet!) Its always me she comes to meet—My heart is lost—shes captured it; When she comes tripping down the streetI fear I lose my head a bit! She gives me first a dainty kiss; To hide my joy I do not strive;My word, but shes an artful missTo win me thus with just a kiss—No shallow, passing love-match this! It may be bold, but, sakes alive,Why should she not greet rne like this. You see, shes mine—and only five !. The Coquette SWAZY FOLKS AND OTHERS 57 Pajamas at Traverse. TOE FULLER wuz a decent cuss an good t•^ man er beast— Abarrin sum ascendents that was livin in the EastHe cudnt nowise help ner stand—he want t blame, y know—They want no man on Stinkin Creek more peaceabler than Joe;The eftete East s what broke him—it ^^ill any man, I gess;His doom cum in a package that he got by Hanks got a stock o licker, an with package on his lit straight out o Traverse like hed answered hells alarm! Tware jest th day a-followin n purty nigh ez hot sThat other place, when all us boys at Sandy Bills heerd shotsN a cloud o dust was cumin down th trail frum Stinkin Creek—A-howlin, shootin, sumthin that wuz actin like ol Nick!N, stranger, it went by us like a striped an check-ered streak!Bill Sanders (he wuz marshal then) allowed t take a peek,N turned so white thet common chalk wud marked him black ez coal,Onless Im goin daffy, boys, that streak
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