Gems In Verse
He'd nothing but hls violia, IM nothing but my song, Bat we were wed when skies were bh And hu minor days werO long; And when we rested by the hedge The robras came and told How they had dared to woo and win When early spring was coM. We aometimes snpped on dewberries, Or glept unong the hay. Bat oft the farmer1 wireg at evo Came out to hear os play The raro old tunes- ihe dear oíd tunes! We ooald not starre f or long While my man had his violin And I my e weet love song. The world has aye gooe well with BS, Old Man, lince we were onel Oor homelees waadering down the lanfla It long ago was done; Bot thofcte who wait for gold or gear, For hoosee and for kine, TUI YouUi'8 sweet spring grows brown and ere. And love and beauty pine, Will nevnr know the JoyB of hearts Thai met without a f ear Whon yon had bot yoor violm And I a song, my dear.
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Ann Arbor Courier