The States and Union. [volume] (Ashland, Ohio) 1868-1872, 1871-08-02
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GONE WITH A HANDSOMER
MAN.
BIZ W n. CARLETON.


I've choked a dozen swears (so's moi
to tell Jane fbs)
When the plow pint struck stone and
the handles punched my ribs.
Eve put my team in the barn, and
rubbed their sweaty coats;
I've fed 'em heap OF hay and half a
bushel of oats;
And to see the way they eat makes me
like eatin' feel,
And Jane won't say tonight that 1
don't make out meal.
Well said the door is locked but here
she's left the key,
Under the step, in place known only
to her and me; .
I wonder who's dyin' or dead, that she's
hustled off pell-mell;
But here on the tables a note, and
probably this will tell.
Good God! my wife is gone! my wife
is gone astray!
The letter says, "Good by, for Pm a.
going away;
I've lived with you six months, John,
and so far I've been true;
But Pm going away to day with
handsomer man than vou."
A handsomer man than me! Why,
that amt much to say;
There's handsomer men than me go
past here every day,
There's handsomer men than mel
ain'J-of the handsome kind;
But loviu'er man than I was I guess
she'll never find.
Curse her curse her, I say, and give
my curses wings!
May the words Of love I've spoke be
changed to scorpion stingsl
Oh, she filled my heart with joy, she
emp led my heart of doubt,
And now, with a scratch of pen, she
lets my hearts blood outl
Curse herl curse herl say 1, she'll
sometime rue the day;
She'll come to learn that hate is game
that two can play;
And long before she dies she'll grieve
she ever was born;
And I'll plow hergrave with hate, and
seed ii down to scorn
AS sure as the world goes on, there'll
come time when she
Will read the devilish heart of that
han'somer man than me;
And there'll be time when he will
find as others do,
That she who is false to one, can be
the same with two.
And when her face grows pale, and
when her eyes grow dim,
And when he is tired of her and she is
tired of him,
She'll do what she ought to have done,
and coolly count the cost;
And then she'll see things clear, and
know what she has lost.
And thoughts that are now asleep will
wake up in her mind.
And she will mourn and cry for what
she has left behind
And may be she will sometimes long
for me-for me-but no!
I've blotted her out of my heart, and |
l will not have it so.
And YET in her girlish heart there was
somethin' or other she had
That fastened a man to her, and wasn't
entirely bad;
And she loved me little 1 think, al
though it didn't last;
But l mustn't think of these things
I've buried 'em in the past.
I'll take my hard words back, nor
make bad matter worse;
She'll have trouble enough she shall
not have my curse;
But Pll live life so square-and I
well know that can
That she always will sorry be that she
went with that han'somer man.
Ah, here is her kitchin dress it makes
my poor eyes blur;
It seems when 1 look at that, as if
twas holdin' her.
And here are her week day shoes, and
there is her week day hat,
And yonder's her weddin' gown;
wonder she didn't take that.
Twas only this mornin' she came and
called me her "dearest dear"
And said was maxim for her a regu
lar paradise here;
D God if you want man to sense y
the pains OF hell, -- 4
Before you pitch him in just keep him
in Heaven spell. /
Good-by! wish that death had sew
cred us two apart,