Neghborly Poems and Dialect Sketches
Neghborly Poems and Dialect Sketches
By James Whitcomb Riley
23 Mar, 2021
The delights of our childhood is soon passed away,And our gloryus youth it departs,—And yit, dead and burried, they's blossoms of MayOre theyr medderland graves in our harts.So, friends of my bare-footed days on the farm,Whether truant in city er n
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The delights of our childhood is soon passed away,And our gloryus youth it departs,—And yit, dead and burried, they's blossoms of MayOre theyr medderland graves in our harts.So, friends of my bare-footed days on the farm,Whether truant in city er not,God prosper you same as He's prosperin' me,Whilse your past haint despised er fergot.
Oh! they's nothin', at morn, that's as grand unto meAs the glorys of Nachur so fare,—With the Spring in the breeze, and the bloom in the trees,And the hum of the bees ev'rywhare!The green in the woods, and the birds in the boughs,And the dew spangled over the fields;And the bah of the sheep and the bawl of the cowsAnd the call from the house to your meals! Less