Vermont farmer. [volume] (Newport, Orleans County, Vt.) 1870-1877, 1873-08-01
CHICKENS AND EGGS ARE OUT.
A FARM BALLAD OF THE PERIOD.
BY onrnEus Q. KEnR.
CUMMINGS g HoSKINS.

CHICKENS AND EGGS ARE OUT.
FARM BALLAD OF THE PERIOD.
oRPHEus KERR.
Go hide tho coop, there, Betsey and nail the hem
house stout;
We we city bOardors comm and chickens and eggs are
cut.
Since will NJ Carlton made us talk so far and wide,
There been end Of tOwn-folks for summer board
applied
The hrst ono writin to us-that preacher as he raid
About our little rampage and mekin' up had read
Our story d touched ais feeln and wohd strive TO
His family for the season, and sOmO deduction make
He only wanted quiet, and simply sun and air,
With eggs and milk and chickens, and suehke coun-
try fare,
He wouldn't press for oysters but vegetables and fruit
Could not be served too frequent himself and wife to
suit.
For this he "a give three dollars for each, all round,
per week,
And hoped our house was roOmy-why, dang his tar
nal cheek
III was worth million, and twice as much he paid,
would MT feed stomach by preaehin' empty made.
The next one seekin quarters was sick he wrote, Of
style,
And wished his dame and daughters to rusticate a.
while
For, what with Saratoga and Newport in the past,
He d found his purse and patience runnin' out
too fast.
And, would we bleve, our story had moved them all
TO tears;
And had we nrs-ioOr bedrooms, with bathrooms in
their rearsl
They would MT ask for liyn' and costly city way
But milk and eggs and poultry must have three times
a day.
The three young girls dyspepsia would call for Gra-
ham bread,
And madame took her coffee at early dawn in bed
And for himself at breakfast, ho d take beefsteak
rare
Nor think ton dollars weekly, for all, much than
fair.
1t thing, for poet honest hearts to praise
And another, keepin boarders that profit ways
answered. quite sarcastic, Just call when you re
about
And find by knockn' vanly, that BetsOy and 1 are
out"
Then, there whatyou-call-him, the scrawns
writer chap,
Who ID read the poem careful about our old mishap,
And thought woman wrote it, because she made thu
claim,
And said that if shO did n't to her was shame
"We can't 20 back on women" his selfsame ette
"At least it would be unworthy literary man
Our mothers worship, should be bu
churs;
hope you we got for nogbbOrs some lively countr,
girls.
"My wife is at her. mothers, and out at grass,
With taste for new-ehurned butter, and cream, AM
rdrallass.
Just give me trout for breakfast and then what els
you please,
And little apple-brandy to wash down bread anc
81 only ask for freedom to come and go at will,
And the right of fshin Sundays by the nearest waite
mill;
And a dash Of sage and onions with cunvas duck a
noon,
Ard the W efthe tssu and wagon whenever tlsro'
awe authOrs don't reap fortunes, and so you II maxi
your charge
Proportoned to my calling, and anything but large
N pay you my honor, you need MT fear bit
As soon my Book can compass publisher for it,"
MD the GIFT of scribblin so glib that and cool
ia make a meun tain Of dollars by teachln' writir
school,
If ever your brass" wrote him, some oks shoul
take for tin
Be certain for reference always that Besey and ar
inr
No end Of other letters we had to answer, too,
From people all over nntur' with dollars q mighty few
And the hill to the poor house we might wei
repair,
As deal with the city boardOrs who want but cOuntr
fare.
We We got one family comm, from sOuthuard, SUI
pose,
Who have never heard about us in verse, nor yet
prose.
They merely want they told us, breath of the nOv
moWn hay,
Between the town-folks selfish who think a farm
made
OF eggs and. chickens and dairy, for which cash
paid,
And them, more free and foolish, who never think
But come wheu they ID do better at home, preciot
sight,
We, farmingklnd get riley, tc find the bread FIAT
And where Is human natur if we made naught b
that
We give to the welcome potatoes pork Al
greens,
With apple-pe and doughnuts and spice of corn al
beans.
But for milk and poultry, and things in skin al
shell,
We send them down to the city, for they made
sell
And if'twas them they wanted, these folks who ran
and roam,
They ought to know where to buy them, and that is
town at home.
SO hide tho coop, there Betey and nail the hen-hou
Stout
We We city boarders comm and chickens and eggs
outs
And, what is still pesky, to happen the sefsar
day.
Our milk is all out likowise-untll they have go