Ballads for little folk . BURIED GOLD. In a little birds-nest of a house,About the color of a mouse, And low, and quaint, and square —Twenty feet, perhaps, in all —With never a chamber nor a hall, There lived a queer old pairOnce on a time. They are dead and gone ;But in their day their names were John And Emeline Adair. John used to sit and take his ease,With two great patches at his knees, And spectacles on his nose,With a bit of twine or other thread,That met behind his heavy head And tied the big brass bows. His jacket was a snuffy brown,I lis coat was just a farmers gown, That once had be
Ballads for little folk . BURIED GOLD. In a little birds-nest of a house,About the color of a mouse, And low, and quaint, and square —Twenty feet, perhaps, in all —With never a chamber nor a hall, There lived a queer old pairOnce on a time. They are dead and gone ;But in their day their names were John And Emeline Adair. John used to sit and take his ease,With two great patches at his knees, And spectacles on his nose,With a bit of twine or other thread,That met behind his heavy head And tied the big brass bows. His jacket was a snuffy brown,I lis coat was just a farmers gown, That once had been bright blue ;But the oldest man could hardly sayWhen it was not less blue than gray,It was frayed and faded such a way, And both the elbows through ! 58 Buried Gold. But, somehow or other, EmelineWent dressed in silks and laces fine ; She was proud and high of head,And she used to go, and go, and go,Through mud and mire, and rain and snow,Visiting high and visiting low,As idle gossips will, you know ;And many a thi
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