Martinsburg gazette. [volume] (Martinsburg, Va. [W. Va.]) 1833-1855, 1845-04-17
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From tAe OHIO Farmer.
THE ROLLING ST0NE.-Bv CHARLES P. COOK

lUE hULLlNU olUNE.-Bs CHARLES r, Cool
HVsBAsD.
Since the times hard Ia tell you my sweet heat,
I'm sb,ut sell ID my plough and my cart,
And down keptuck OF Iowa will go,
10 better our iortuue as other folks do.
While here We must labor each day In the field
And the wiules destroys ali the can yield.
o, Collin! I've seen With a sorrowful hesH,
hat you've long neglected your plough and your cart!
Your sheep random disofdeiiy run,
And your Sunday w.isicost goes every day on,
So sick To Jour farm YOU n suffer q loss,
For the stone that is rolling can gather ~ nose.
Dear wife, don't be taking Of stone or Of moss,
Nor think YOU going to suffer- loss,
For there We have much land please,
Drink whiskey when thirsty, and live a, our ease,
While hsrs We must labor, &c.
O, Collin, pray hear ne! think you wrong
The lands 10 those parts bought for a song,
And Of purchasing whiskey, aim ,st despair,
Il will you the cash and Of consequences dear.
So stick 10 your farm, &c
HUSBAND.
A house and barn, aad plenty OF land,
We have without Doubt ready cleared to our hand.
Besides, heftrs and sheep which very dssr;-
We feast upon Buffalo half Of the year.
While here mus, labor, &c.
Your wild western lands to fence and to clear,
viii cost you both money and labor each year,
Besides. hefers and sheep, and all thsgs to buy,
You'll hardly get settled before you will die.
So stick to your farm, SC.
We've houses and lands, we've hsrrows and ploughs
We've heifers and sheep, we've horses and cows
Besides, good barn that stands in our yard,
We into cash and never fare hard.
While here must labor, &c.
wish I'D purse Of ten Thousand bright crowns,
score Of good lots ia the best Of their towns
And there we'd remove. and wish for good luck,
And ride in coach On the banks oil kentuck.
But the poor must be humble. or suffer 9 loss,
For the stone, &c.
Dear wife, let US 20 the land. We possess,
For wshi~g will make better WORSE
There you may be lady, and who knows but
N lght be rich Governor before die.
While here must labor &c.
lis time such thoughts and corj-ctures should
There YOU would be more than Justice Of Peacei
Your cattle and sheep and ali things To buy,
You'd hardly Get settled before you'd die.
So stuck to your farm, &c.
Your arguments good and not without weight
But sill let US 60, for long To he great
In less than year. in your Coach you shall ride,
la coaches and Stages with Collin you'll glide.
While here we labor, &C.
o. Collin those Western lands Of delight,
Are infested with Indians who murder by night.
Your house may be pundered and burnt to tho ground
Your wife and your children lie mangled around.
So stick 10 your farm, &c.
Dear wife, you've convinced me, IA urge you more.
never thought of your dying before;
My children loys, although they ere small
My dear nymph value as being my all.
So In stick my farm aud prevent every loss.
And cay the stone that rolling can gather no us',
Now I'll yoke my oxen, and you milk your COW
So you to your di.isf, and to my plough
We II make our grow and our apple trees baIe,-
And let US conclude that we'll never 20 there.
So We II stick to farm. Sc.
And say the stone that is rolling &c.