Weekly North Carolina standard. [volume] (Raleigh, N.C.) 1850-1858, 1855-11-07
"soNEN NMMoNs."

is, the spirit of poesy comes to my aid, a
5 me in thrilling strains of musical fire
ourth my JareaoeU lay:
Therefore, my friend, adieu, adieu,
fine old Mill appears in view,
My services, it cannot spare,
But frownS, because l am not there.
What must do? dare not stay,
The old Mill beckons me away,
The railway, vice-like, hOlos me back
I'll harmlesly, run of the track
leave you counting DER the dimes,
know you'll think of me sometimes,
I'll make y0u, less your made of steel,
By poking in accounts for meal.
But am free, and will play,
Or work or whistle all the day,
I'll be an Independent man,
Always progidel, j Ican.
No more will trav'ers flock around,
To deaden ev'ry other sound,
BY believing to make me hear,
"a ticket! ticket! ticket Sir!"
Nor will c'er be teazcd again,
just ere the starting of a train,
BY hard old "bricks" or toppish goats,
To take, for tickets, raggeI Alotes.
No more I'll hear the scnsclcss cry
IL
No mere the holders joy I'll mar
by telling him tits undcr par"
I'll hear no moro a Frcnchman cry,
While twenty more are standing by
Impatient to be waited on,
"Bc gar sir! Ieekeet! Reecshmore vOn!"
Nor will e'er be hunted down,
BY some poor strap" or scottish clown,
Who has no claim ON road or me,
Yet thinks l ought to "pass him free"
No more the cry "tlere is no wood"
Will c'cr disturb my merry mood,
I'll play wife and SON and daughter,
Nor care fig for eroOi aUdter.
The storms may howl. the rains may pour,
I'll go down town of nights no more,
l never yet could see the fun,
Of sitting up till haJ l'asS one.
No more will my unhappy fate,
Call me to unload the cars of freight,
Nor will it ever be my pain,
To have them loaded up again.
No more I'll fret like forty cats,
About certain Gor QT hatS,
Nor will You ever make me snort
About u tate of cotton o'tort.
And then again, shall not feel,
A dread that some Keen rogue may steal,
The SmaU mites I'm compelled to keep,
And closely watch cen when | Sleep
Rogues noY may come, but they'd be rash,
For he who steals my purse steal strash,
My notes they'd find If steal they should,
Too sntaN 10 do them any good.
And while the cheerful fire burns,
These winter months, no grim D." rcturns,'
Will worry" Inc from muIn till night,
With sad mistakes for me to right.
Nor will ever have to stop,
From church 10 open my ticket shop:
I'm happy in the knowledge too,
TN haCe no .sund0y scork to do.
No broken frog, DER which to back,
Will throw an engine OFT the track,
No Roanoke fresh, no turnout wrong,
No smash or aught will mar my song.
No! none of these vexations now,
Can cast shadow DER my brow,
I'll be-while you all work hard still
In 6ttsSfuL ignorance dt neg -UtD.
My spirits now are soaring high,
leave you all without sigh,
railroad has no charms for me,
Except tie fun " rtdinyJree.
You have with you constant Nay,
CariStiai too you have To pray,
Nor need you fear the dryest spells,
For you're good supply Of Wells.
You've got.-should railroads cease to do
A fair supply Of RicSrs too,
If blood yoa ever wish to let,
A Leech will not be hard 10 get.
You have if walls hem about,
Sharp instruments to cut you out,
Should irons break you need not stand,
You have two SMITHS always on hand.
Your stock of paints alone is down,
You've little Gruy and little Brvaon,
But still there's reason for delight,
You have u large supply of HAite.
Should Petersburg ere fail to do,
You own the whole of (tartcstOS too;
SdUanndh also am told,
BY title sound and good you hold.
Besides his knowing how to guide.
The fiery horse by which we ride,
If barbering you wish to do,
An engineer can LaaUther too.
These all united at his WILL
Your President Jyynes more firmly still,
And if with these You cannot naEe
Why then, think you ought to break.
You have from me what can't be bought,
My good will not an unkind thought
Can squeeze itself into my mind,
I leave no enemy behind.
If have land who has not) erred,
Let all forget what has occurred,
Forget each act that gave them pain,
Friends let us part, and friends remain.
And now farewell, my honest friend,
My railroad life is at an end,
am not sad, | cannot cry,
But gladly bid you all good-by.
J. F. S.