Ypsilanti sentinel. [volume] (Ypsilanti, Washtenaw Co., Mich.) 1843-1900, 1847-07-07
THF GREEN MOUNTAIN MAID.

WdS q OCuutiiui StOt WHY eiAC
uncovered cot of the mountain
eer stood in the edge ofthe wood.
There the forest birds song echoed
all the day long, and the mountain
stream played through the light
and the shade, while the graceful
young fawn cropt the heritage at
dawn, from the wide spreading
lawn. Twas a beautiful spot;
twas a beautiful cot; and surely
there ne'er was a maiden more fair
nor a maiden more rare than the
maid who dwelt there. Shall [
picture this maid ofthe greenwood
and glade as she was in the day
when old sAllen' held sway, while
his iron nerved men were the pride
of the glen? She was neither too
tall, too short OF too small, not so
light or so airy as the form OF a
fairy. But the pride of the glade
was this rosy checked maid, with
eyes quite as blue as the summer
sky's hue, and the tresses of
brown floating gracefully down
and nesting below on bosom OF
snow. She could MARBLE and sing
like the songsters of spring: she
could spin and could sweep, could
NOW and reap; could ride the grey
steed at the top of his speed, and
had sported trifle with her ia
theirs rifle. And this bounding
young mac ofthe evergreen shade
was chaste and refined and had
such a mind as you seldom will
find among the maids of loftier
grades.
A lover she had who would
have been glad to captu re her
heartily his scheming and art
O'Handy his name, and dandy
by fame, who though wrinkled and
parched, was whiskered and star
ched.and displayed quite rare and
Gifted air.
Well he knelt at her feat and
began TO entreat while his great
bosom beat with unmerciful heat;
and he told such a tale as. he
dreamed would not fail to make
her believe that he could not de-
ceive.
While he kneIt pleading and
thus interceding he thought by
her smiling his words were be-
guiding. Butahe found the conclu-
sion a hopeless delusion for that
maid was unlinking his scheeming
was thinking, and she thought in
a twinkling, she'd give him sprink
ling of we'll peppered ointment of
black disappointment. Ere he
drew to close she turned up her
nose as you may suppose. just as
high as she chose; and scorning
his prose, through his pleadings
she broke, and thus was she spoke:
o! great is your fame-O'Randy
your name-from the city you
came, with your heart all in flame;
and you thou ght in the shade of
the mountain or glade, to capture
a maid by pomp and parade. Oh
save all your tears, your hopes and
your. fears, your ducks and your
dears,' for some other ears. All
men are agreed you're nice bird
indeed; but your figures too lean;
you're too gaunt and too green;
and that is not all, you're excessi-
yeIy tall; your nose is too big you've
voice like a pig, and you wear a
huge wig, while your upper lip
seems just the shade of your dreams
Now my answer you know there's
the door you may 60!
Still he fingered to plead in his
love and his need-and he boosted
and told of his titles and gold-of
her station in life whom he chose
for wife. But he found it was no
part of a mountain maids heart to
bear insult and wrong from an eye
or a fongne. The maid could not
brook such a word and such look
and she caught down a broom