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Show I Songs Of The South And Quaint Philosophy B By Frank L. Stanton H Watch Your Rising. H He went so high, it made the people H shiver, And then he came a sliding down, an' rolled into the river. I ' 1 Watch watch the way you're risin H every day, Or there'll be a lot o' trouble a fel-H fel-H ler'll have to pay. H When he got the highest he found H the thunder busy; H Llghtnin' played around him an' left H him blind and dizzy. H "Watch watch the way you're rising every day, Or there'll be a lot o' trouble a feller'll m have to pay. B 1 A Primer of Life. H There's lots of dust in the middle H of the road, but suppose it was rain- M ing, and you had lost your umbrella? m Sometimes old poverty will dance m a jig for a dime, and the exercise B makes him forget all his troubles. H The heart that sings along the way M forgets the weary miles, and reaches H Halleluja Town, on time. H M For You, Sweetheart, for You. H The mocking bird a-singlng in the blossoms, bent with dew, Is making all the music for you, sweetheart, for you, Love knows that you "Will walk the way, And brighter make The singing day. The shadow clouds have vanished from the heavens of living blue; Tho light shines down in welcome of you, sweetheart, of you. Love knows that you Will walk the way, And brighter make The singing day. The Genius Fire. He wasn't a provided 'gainst the winter's win-ter's storm; Said he: "The fire of Genius it'll keep a feller warm. When I hear the chimney rumble see the fallin' of the snow, I'll light the fire of Genius for it warms a feller so! "There were writers lived in garrets dined on a crust of bread, And in the roughest winters took the bleak floor for a bed. The very warmest fires did their friendly fancies form Oh, it takes the blaze of Genius for to keep a feller warm!" HJMHQHHHHHHHHHI And the winter came and found him in a garret lone and bare; The crazy windows rattled, and he felt the icy air, And he shivered in the shadows, as he waited for the glow Of the mighty fire of Genius which can warm a feller so! And he came to this conclusion: "I shiver to my soul, And that grate is looking lonesomo for the comfort of the coal, I guess the fire of Genius was a great thing long ago, But the time is gone forever since it warmed a feller so!" Always Going Good. Never yet could 'fease him he was always goin' good; Put him in a wilderness he'd go to sawin' wood. In the blazin' summer, In the winter chill, "All is grist," he told 'em, "Comin' to my mill." ! i , lf I !' ' I Send him up with dynamite, you'd hear about liim soon; He'd go ahead, a-diggin' fer the gold that's in the moon. In the blazin' summer, Or snow on field an' hill, "All is grist," he told 'em, "Comin to my mill." "The colonel went fishing during the fine weather and fell in the river." "Didn't drown did he?" "No. He had a good grip on two ; jugs, and the jugs acted as life preservers." pre-servers." Trouble on the Way. When I think I'm on my way To the hallelula day, Then it is old Trouble comes, Beatin' all his noisy drums. Shakes at me his locks of gray Tells me he has come to stay. That's the strange, wild way it goes; 1 When I think to reap a rose j On a sunny, singing morn, Trouble comes and gives a thorn, Shaking his sad locks of gray, j Tells me he has come to stay. 1 1 mmmMMmMtmmmmmmmmmmmmmam |