Songs of the soil; a small sheaf of verse from the field where poetry is lived . Page Thirty-three The Old Home Town Page Thirty-four. Fore we leave it for the city,With a feelin kin to pity We deplore its faults and cuss it upand down;And we wonder how we its ties we come to sever,Eer existed for so long in our hometown. But the bright lights, gaily shininSoon do pall—n then were pininFor a whole-souled smile instead ofoffish its then there comes a-stealinOer our homesick hearts the feelin—Gods real folks always lived in ourhome town.

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