More Songs from Vagabondia

by Bliss Carman and Richard Hovey


 

THE FIRST JULEP


 

I LOVE the lazy Southern spring,
The way she melts around a chap
And lets the great magnolias fling
Their languid petals in his lap.

I love to travel down half-way

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And meet her coming up the earth,
With hurdy-gurdy men who play
And make the children dance for mirth.

But best of all I love to steer
For quiet corners not too far,

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Where the first juleps reappear
With fresh green mint behind the bar.

P.S. Perhaps you’ll think it queer,
But I do not dislike a hint
To let the juleps disappear

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And stick my nose into the mint.