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Show IELEBRATING THE FOURTH. , Twa die Fourlht An the de of the blue mornin' ky, An' tho red of the un risin fatt. An the white o' the mitt made a flag that Wft kiised Br the breeze dilly dallyin' part; While the quail' mellcf fife stirred the echoes to life. An' the drum o the pheasant beat time, An' all nature was gay in respect (or tho day An' the weather wa proper an' prime. 'Long the broad country road rattled load after load CM good people a lengthy parade; Liltlc roiy cheeked girl all in flounce an' curl. Little boy dressed in gay cottonade; Happy weetheart an' beau, older folk in good clo'et Lookin' ever o starchy an' glum; An tho team all a-prance in a side-tteppin' side-tteppin' dance, To the tune o' the fife an' the dium. Down the long Bailey hill, past the o." Newsome mill, 'Cross the creek an' a turn to the tight; An' the grounds an' the stand an the crowd was at hand An' die whole celebration !n tight. There wa people from Brun, Uiere was folk from Dutch Run A respectable thowin from Civ; An' a batch from Green Vale, an another from Dale Celebratin' the Fourth 'o July. Ev'rybody wa there I All the homely 'an fair All the wise an' the Teeble o mind; AH the timid an' bold, an the young an' the old An' the lame an the halt an' the blind. An' the older folk chaffed, an' the younger folk laughed; An' the children, the bird an' the bees, In a frolicsome way spent the sunshiny fcy , .1 In the (hade o' the sheltering tree. There wa vision an dream there wa ocean an' dream Of the best grub that ever wa cooked; There wa ol fashioned cake like no bakery bake There wa melon at good a they looked. An' the poor an' the proud and the lowly and loud Eat of chicken an' pickle an' pie; An' the lout an' the lord lal at one common board Celebratin' the Fourth o' July. Then the ipeaker all ipoke crackin' many a joke, 'An the ol Declaration wa read; An' the rigs rumbled home in the galh erin gloam -An' the people went happy to bed. Up the east the moon crept, to keep guard while they slept; An' the streaks an' the ttar in the sky Spread a banner o' loe 'cross the dark vault above Celebratin' the Fourth o' July, (Jame Ball Naylor in the Reader Magazine. |
