Lamoille newsdealer. [volume] (Hyde Park, Vt.) 1860-1877, 1871-07-19
II O g t Il y.
FARM BALLADs.-G0NE WITH A HAND
SJMER MAN.

BY WILL NJ. CARLETON.
JOHN.
I've worked in the field all day, a-plowin' the
Z" stony streak !"
I've scolded my team till L m hoarsej i've trampeu
till my legs are weak.
ye choked dozen swcats (sos not to tell Jane his
When the plcwpnt struck a stone and the handles
punched my rihs.
Pve put my team in the barn, and rubbed their
sweaty c'atsi
I've fed 'em heap OF hay ana nail ousnei Oh o,ss
And to see the way they eat makes me Ike eatih
And Jane won't say tonight that don't make out
meal.
Well said the door is locked but here she's left
the key, ,,,a
wonder who's dyin' or dead, that she's hustled of
pell-mell;
But here on the tables note, and probably TINS
will tell.
Good Ged my wife is gone my wife is gone astray!
The letter it says, "Good-by, for m a-going away
I've lived with you six months, John, and So lar
But Pm going away to-day with handsomer man
than you"
A han somcr man than me Why, that amt nue.
to say; -
There's han 'somer men than me go past here every
There's hams somer men than mel amt of the
han'some kind; :,
Buta s,i er man than was guess she'll never find
Curse her! curse her say, and give my curses
wings
MAY the words of love I've spoke be changed to
70 rpon stinss
oh, she fl ed my heart with Joy, she elnpueu my
And new, with q scratch Of pen, she lets my
hearts blood OUT
,..a hnr, onrsa hart savI. sbe,ll sometime rue
this day;
She'll sometime learn that hate is game that
And long | before she dies she'll grieve she ever
And iii piow her grave with hate. and seed it
down to scorn
As sure as the world goes on, there'll come time
Will read the devilish heart OF that hansomer man
And tbere'l he time when he will find ,as othersdo,
That she whe is false to one can be the same with twe
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
And thoughts that are now asleep will wake up In
her mind,
And she will mourn and cry for what she has lett
And maybe she'll sometimes long for me-for me
but ro!
I've blotted her out of my heart, and will not
have II so.
And yet in her girlsh heart there was somethin'
or ther she had
That fastened man to her, and wasn't entirely
bad kt :. !.
And she loved me a littlo think, although it did
s not last; u
I ut mustn't think of these things-Pve buried
'em In the past
I'll take my words back, nor make bad matter
vorsei
She'll have trouble enough; she shall not have my
curse;
But pliIive a life 80 square--and we'll know that
cam ~
That she always will be sorry that she went away
with that han'somer man.
All, here is her kitchen dress it makes my poor
eyes blurj go.
II seems. shen look at that, II twas holdin her
And here arc her eek-day shoes, and there IS hei
week -dav hat,
And yondcr's her weddin' gown wonder she she did
MT take that.
TWAS only this mornin' she came and called me
her |. dearest dear,p u .
And said / was maxim for her regular paradise
here; H'Hst
God If you want q man TO sense the pains OF hell
Before you pitch him in just keep him in heaven
s-an