The Highland weekly news. [volume] (Hillsborough [Hillsboro], Highland County, Ohio) 1853-1886, 1884-12-10
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For the News.
The Farmers Setter Dog.
The subject, ist now, Of my howin' rhyme
Is a setter that set two-thirds Of the time,
And eat o quarter, and barked a third,
With the awfulest bark you ever heard.
In Memory ward of white washed halls
That motionless dog hangs on the wall,
With white on his tail, and white on his toes,
And white on his ears, and white on his nose,
With the meekest expression out Of his eyes,
And the terriblest appetite for pies;
And over him hangs, forever more,
The simple epitaph-"gone before"
Not that I think he'll share with me
The Joys or grief5 Of eternity
But wherever that dog goes, live or dead,
There's this much certain-hos goin' ahead.
He never was where he wanted to be
Unless he was trottin along with me,
And he was always huntin' around
For somethin' or other he never found.
He couldn't ketch game for he went too SLOW
If he had a caught it, he'd let it go.
He couldn't find birds, nor drive home COWS,
For the simple reason he didn't know how
InaJ BeJJGE uOB was Will llle
First time L popped the question;
I've laughed 50 much about it
That it's injured my digestion.
Although he wasn't all to blame,
When was comm back,
I could have kicked that setter dog
From here to Ballyhack.
I had been callin' on girl
For many a weary day
Her father had big, nice farm
About a mile away.
He was a rich old customer
He had lot O. money,
And she was sweet as sugar
And a good deal worse than honey.
You know that curious feelin'
That feller always has,
When he's took about barrel
or that crazy laughin' gas
Well that's the way that felt,
My heart was all so meller,
An I thought the best way out Of it
Was iist to up and tell her
When all your soul makes music,
Like the cooin Of a dove,
You needn't try to smother
That pesky buggar, love.
You can't keep in your feelin's
No more'n you can the hives
I'd rather kill kitten,
With forty thousand lives.
hadn't felt 80 narvous
Since that long-remembered day,
When the lightnin' struck the straw-stack,
And the bay horse run away.
And 80, one winter evenin',
ret about to see
What Fate and Mary Hawkins,
Was layin' up for me.
The sky was dull and cloudy,
The snow it was a spittin-
5 It iist looked like the very night
To git a whoppin' mitten.
But got up enough OF hope
2 To Danish all my fears,
And pulled my hat down over
The edges Of my ears.
v I needn't tell you how 1 sweat,
d For all the kind o. night
Nor how 1 nearly busted,
b When a fence rail broke, for spite.
!. got there, and before raped
went ana EOOk look
a And saw that blessed angel
}, Through the window, with a book,
i- I took my coat off somewhere
don't remember now
have a way o. slingin' things,
Jst kind o. every how
y We discussed the new school-teaoher,
With his diamond collar button,
NJ And Banks's new spring-wagon,
y, And the latest apple-cuttin',
The prospects for sleigh-ridin',
Tom Hample's bride, and 80 on,
e Til we'd used up all the topics
That iist then was a-goiu'.
,s 1t seemed to me thar that ar gal
40 Was actin awful mean,
And worse than any weather
That mostly ever seen.
mn But was there on business,
90 And I wouldn't be outdono
81 BY any yaller-headed gal,
JJJJ That ever wore O tongue.
56 So begun a talkin,'
And a-wadin' in the mire,
And she KEEP still and listnin'
And gain in the fire.
Iworried through with punkin-crops,
T6 And politics and sioh,
- And them uncommon streaks o. luck
That makes some people richi
.. And then fired another load
ed OF wise philosophy
of About why people should enjoy
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