The Kenosha telegraph. [volume] (Kenosha, Wis.) 1860-1888, 1876-04-13
roMmY's DEAD.
BIZ SIDNEY DoBELL.

You may give over pillow. boys,
You may take the gear 60 the etead;
AN the sweat o. your brow, boys,
VIII never get beer and bread.
The seeds waste, / know, boys;
There not blade will grow, boys
TITS cropped out, trow, boys,
And Tommy's dead.
Send the colt to the fair. boys
HE'S going blind. as ! said,
MY old eyes can't bear. boys,
70 see him in the shed;
The cows dry and spare, boys,
She's neither here nor there, boys,
doubt she's badly bred;
Stop the mill to-morn, boys.
Theren be no more corn, boys,
Neither white nor red;
There's no sign of grass, boys,
You may sell the goat and the ass, boys,
The lands not what it was, boys,
And the beasts must be fed
You may turn Peg away, boys,
You may pay off old Ned,
We've had dull day, boys,
And Tommy's dead.
Move my chair on the floor, boys,
Let me turn my head;
She's standing there in the door, boys,
Your sister Ninnifred
Take her away from me, boys, --S@s
Your sister Winnifred
Move me round in my place, boys,
Let me turn my head.
Take her away from me, boys,
AS she lag on her death-bid-
The bones of her thin face, boys,
Al, she lay on her death-bedI
don't know how it be, boys,
When all's done and said,
But see her looking at me, boys,
Wherever turn my head;
Out of the big oak tree, boys,
Ont of the parden-bed.
And the lily as pale as she, boys,
And the rose that used to be red.
There's something not right, boys,
But think it's not in my head;
I've kept my precious sight, boys
The Lcrd be hRllowed.
Outside and IL
The ground is cold to my tread,
The hills are wien and thin,
The sky is shr1veled and shred;
The hedges down BY the loan
can count them bone by bone.
The leaves are open and spread,
But see the teeth of the land,
And hands like dead mans hand,
And the eyes of dead mans head.
There's nothing but cinders and sand,
The rat and the mouse have fed,
And the summers empty and cold;
Over valley and void,
Wherever turn my head,
There's mildew and a mold;
The suns going out overhead,
And I'm very old,
And Tommys dead.
What am staying for, boys9
YOU'RE ell born and bred
Ills fifty years and more, boys,
Since wife and were wed;
And she's gone before, boys,
And Tommy's dead.
She was always sweet, boys,
Upon his curly head,
She knew she never sect, boys,
And she stole off to bed;
I've been sitting up alone, boys,
For he'd come home, he said,
But it's time was gone, boys,
Fer Tommy's dead.
Put the shutters up, boys.
Bring out the beer and bread,
Make haste and sup, boys,
For my eyes are heavy as lead;
There's something wrong il the cup, boys,
There's something i'll WI the bread;
don't care to sup. boys,
And Tommy's dead.
I'm not right, I doubt, boys,
I've such sleepy head;
/ shall never more be stout, boys,
You may carry me to bed.
What are you about. boysl
The prayers are all said,
The fires raked out, boys,
And Tommy's dead.
The stairs are too steep, boys
You may carry me to the head,
The nights dark and deep, boys,
Your mothers long in bed;
'Tis time to go to sleep, boys,
And Tommy's dead.
I'm lot used to kiss, boys;
You may shake my hand instead.
All things go amiss, boys,
You may lay me where she is, boys,
And I'll rest my old head;
7Tis poor world tins, boys,
And Tommy's dead.