The true northerner. [volume] (Paw Paw, Mich.) 1855-1920, 1876-04-14

ny sIpssy DoBELL.

You may give over plow. boys,
You may lake the gear 20 the stead
All the sweat o. your brow, boys.
Wiii never get beer and bread
The seeds waste. know. boys:
There not blade will grow, boys;
IT'S cropped out, trow. boys.
And Tommy's dead.
Send the colt 10 the fair. boys
Hob going blind. a. I said,
My old eyes can't bear. boys,
To see him in the shed;
The cows dry and spare. boys,
she's neither here nor there, boys,
1 doubt she's badly bred;
Stop the mill to-morn, boys.
Theren he no more corn, boys.
Nesther white nor red;
There's no sign OF grass, boys,
You may sell the goat and the ass, boys,
The lands not what Il wAs, boys,
And the beasts must be fed;
You may turn Peg away. boys,
You may pay OF old Ned,
We've had dull day, boys,
And Tommy's dead.
Move my chair on tho floor, boys,
Let me turn my head;
she's standing there in the door. boys,
Your sister winnifredt
Take her away from me, boys, -
lUUf tlSter Wtnntfreul
Move me round in my place, boys,
Let me turn my head. 80
Take her away from me, boys,
Az she lay on her death-bid-
The bones OF her thin face, boys,
As she lay ON her death-bed
/ don't know how IL be, boys,
when all's done and said,
Butt see her looking at me, boys,
Wherexer turn my head;
Out OF the big oak tree, boys,
Out of the garden-bed,
And the lily as pale az she, boys,
And the rose that used 10 be red.
There's something not right, boys,
But think it's not 10 my head;
I've kept my precious sight, boys
Inc Lord be hallowed.
Outsi,-, and in
The ground is cold to my tread,
The hills are wien and thin,
The sky Ia shrIvele,t 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 n dead mans hand,
And the eyes of dead mans head.
There's nothing but cinders and sand,
The rat and the mouse have hed,
And the summers empty and cold
Over valley and void,
wherever I turn my head,
There's mildew and q mold;
The suns going out overhead,
And I'm very old,
And Tommys dead.
What am staying for. boys?
You're all born and bred
'Tis fifty years and more, boys,
since wife and were wed;
Aud shes gone before, boys,
And Tommy's dead.
She was always sweet, boys,
Upon his curly head,
She knew she a never sect boys,
And she stole of to bed
I've been sitting up alone, boys.
For he'd come home, he said,
But it's time was gone, boys,
For Tommys dead.
Put the shutters up hoys,
Bring out the beer aud bread,
Make haste and sup. boys,
For my eyeu are heavy ss lead
There's something wrong l. the cup, boys,
There's something in wi'the bread;
1 don't care TO sup. boys,
And Tommy's dead.
I'm not right, doubt, boys,
" sum niOtpl nttu
shall never more be stout, boys,
You may carry me TO bed.
What are you about, boys2
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
Ills time TO 60 10 sleep. boys,
And Tommy's dead.
Tim not used to kiss, boys;
You may shake my hand instead.
All things go amiss, boys,
1oumay lay me where she is, boys,
And I'll rest my old head:
Ills a poor world this. boys,
And Tommy's dead.