Echoes From The Old Farm

When the erop 3 on the market and the cash is ia your sock. And jou hear the clink and jingle of the key turncd in tbc lock, And the rliukinji of the "pennies" and the elankiug of the "tens," And the grooery man fe paid np and no inoro his biU he sen's: O, it"s tben's the time a feller is a-feelin' at hia best, When he risee trom hissupper, thendownward pulla hia vest; And ho smokes hix pipe in comfort and Uien goes and wiuds the clock, Whcn the erop is on the market and the eaeh is in hls socR. There's something kind o' eheerful Iike about the farmer's eyes When he know.s the suinmer's over and he doesn't have Ui rise About the time the daylight's a-peepin' thxouijh the gloom. And work until the nioon up 'mid the grain that's all in blomn; Bot üiBtcwl hc Borter calcalates he'll hook his old "Bick" and ".Ie.''1 To hi cutter in the cvenin", and put on his Sunday dre, Thcn go a-coartia' Lizer, with her apron and in-w frock, When the erop is on the nmrket and the cash is in his sock. Oh, the huskin' and the spellin' bees- the winter'a hannless fun; The raspin' of the fiddle when the dancin' ifl begun; The jingle oí tho sleigh bella, your beat gal in the 6led; Tbe kissin' and the huggin' when the old folk are in bed; The roastin' of the chestnnta, the neighbors droppin1 in; The catin1 of the applcs. drinltin' eider from a tin. Oh, it sets my heart a prancin', like a strottin' turkey cock, When the erop ia on the market and the cash is in the eock.