FARMER’S DAUGHTER CHERRY.
Farmer quit what he was at,
The bee-hive he was smokin’:
He tilted back his old straw hat—
Says he, “Young man,
O Lordy! (Lord, forgive the swar,)
ye a cheeky sinner?
Come, if I give my gal thar,
Where would you
find her dinner?
“Now look at me; I settl’d
When I was one and twenty,
and my axe and Mrs. Brown,
And stony land a plenty.
Look up thar! ain’t that homestead fine,
And look at them thar cattle:
I tell ye since that early time
fit a tidy battle. [Page 170]
“It kinder wrestles down a man
To fight the stuns and mire:
But I sort of clutch’d to thet thar plan
Of David and Goliar.
was the mean old Philistine
That strutted round the
Of pebbles I’d a hansum line,
And flung ’em nothin’
“They hit him square, right whar they ought,
times I had an arm!
I lick’d the giant and I bought
A hundred acre farm.
My gal was born about them days,
I was mowin’ in the
some one comes along and says—
gone thro’ the shadder!”
“Times thought it was God’s will she
Times thought she work’d
And for the young one that was sent,
took to steady savin’.
Jest cast your eye on that thar hill
The sugar bush just tetches,
And round by Miller Jackson’s mill,
All round the farm stretches.
“’Ain’t got a mind to give that
To any snip-snap feller
That don’t know loam from mud or sand,
Or if corn’s blue
or yaller. [Page 171]
I’ve got a mind to keep her yet—
Fall her cheese and butter
Took prizes; sakes! I can’t forget
Her pretty pride and flutter.
“Why, you be off! her little face
For me’s the only
gone, ’twould be a queer, old place,
The Lord smile down upon
All goes with her, the house and lot—
You’d like to get
I’ll give ’em when this maple bears
bouncin’ ripe-red cherry!”
The Farmer fixed his hat and specks
And pursed his lips together,
The maple wav’d above his head,
Each gold and scarlet feather:
Teacher’s honest heart sank down:
How could his soul be merry?
He knew—though teaching in a town,
No maple bears a cherry.
Soft blew the wind; the great old tree,
Like Saul to David’s
Nodded its jeweled crown, as he
Swayed to the harp-strings’
A something rosy—not a leaf
Stirs up amid the branches;
miracle may send relief
To lovers fond and anxious!
O rosy is the velvet cheek
Of one ’mid red leaves
The sunbeams played at hide-and-seek
the needles in her knitting.
“O Pa!” The Farmer prick’d his
Whence came that voice so
(The Teacher’s thoughtful visage clears)
“The maple bears a
The Farmer tilted back his hat:
I’m a human,
I’ll always hold as doctrine that
beats a woman!
When crown’d that maple is with snow
Christmas bells are merry,
I’ll let you have her, Jack—that’s
Be sure you’re good
to Cherry! [Page 173]