Savannah courier. (Savannah, Tenn.) 1885-1979, 1888-05-10
VOL. IV.-NO. 10.
OUR POLLY.

up all we COULD
Not that we expected 'twould ever do us much
good,
But there was Tom and Moses, and there was
Elizy Ann,
And she was our only darter, ana she hauh
much OF man.
He was kinder lazy, and shiftless, and never
see nothing TO do
He was born so awfully tired he'd never get
rested through!
said that Elizy Ann was al! the darter we
had
There was another one, Polly, but Polly she
managed bad;
Jim Pearl as worked of days works, she capt
ured his eye,
And she was silly young firt, and he courted
her all on the sly,
Ard as soon as 'Lisha found out now matters
was going along,
He reasoned with Polly and told her such do
ings was mortally wrong
He and talked it over OF nights when all in the
house was abed
And the boys wasn't round, nor nobody else TO
hear what was said,
And Lisha he'd git SO excited he'd kick on the
bedclothes like sin,
Which is awful provoking, think, after once
bodys tucked in!
And he swore off some oaths that are mlld, ana
lit for deacon to use,
He'd disown Polly forever II she didn't come
round to his views!
Elisha's as sot as the hills no man could be
more so than he!
But Pollys chip OF the old block, and consid'
erable more softer is she
Ant. when her father explained she must give
the mitten to Jim,
She kept on hemming ruffie and humming
Methodist hymn,
And thought TO yself she was taxing IL
dreadful quiet and mild,
But Polly's person that never allows herself
to get rlled.
Next day twas quarterly meeting the deacon
and alters go,
The preaching is gnerally powerful to raise up
the hearts Of the low
We stayed all night with the brethren, and
when we got back she had fed.
Our Polly was married to Jim, and her father
wished she was dead!
And he told us never to mention the name Of
Polly to him!
And, likewise we'd better avoid any conversa-
tion on jim
After this Elisha growed gray in way it
grieved me to see,
He looked like a man of eighty, and he hadn't
turned sixty-three;
He left off tending to bizness, and willed his
possessions away,
And Elizy Ann and Josiah they come to the
y farm to stay;
The bank stock he wiied to Moses, and Tom
had the timber lot,
And Elzy Ann was to see after us for what we
had got.
Now, don't deny but what it's cross to navi
gate straight
With folks that is getting In years, and helI
your even-paced gait!
You need a good deal of religion, and dartei
El zy and
We couldn't seem to agree, and no more could
Elisha and Si.
But had signed of my rights with thought
less stroke OF the pen,
And If complained the leastest Elizy was
mad as henl
One day. when things was crossways, ant
words run considerable high,
Josiah said he was tired OF waiting for us Il
die
And Elizy Ann she slat round, and kicked a
the dog, which was lame,
As IL she considered that animal was somehow
or ruther to blame.
But Elisha sot still and quiet, and seemed s.
docile and meek
That braced myself with an effort and
managed not to speak.
Nextday Elisha told 81 that he'd clean intirel
forgot
In making his will, aud giving to Tom tn
whole of that timber lot,
That 1t wasn't strict justice TO Lily, and he
call an attorney in
And have things regulated exact as they'd d or
to "a been.
Josiah pricked up his ears-hes smart as
whip after money,
And when he scents out sixpence, he's sweet a
merlasses and honey.
He brought the will to Elisha, and 'Lisha exam
ned it through,
And we all sot there wondering what he wa
going to do;
He folded the docyment careful, and slung
into the fire,
And riz up tall and straight as the ortherdo
Westinghouse spire!
And he strobe to the door, and opened 1t, ant
sez he to Elizy Ann:
"Git out of this house right lively you an
yorr cnssld mani.
! felt dreadful to hear the deacon use such !.
onchristian word,
But thea expect his temper was pretty col
siderable stirred.
Elizy she fell to crying, and Josiah threatene
and swore,
But the deacon had got his back up and turne
'em all out OF doorl
Land sakel how well remember IL all, 'tws
airly in May,
And / didn't say nothing TO nobody, but wro
toPolly next day.
And one Saturday just about sunset, as natr
as ever could be,
She brought in her rosy-cheeked baby, an la
it on gran'father's knee.
The deacon sot still minnit-I could see
was kinder upset.
But the way he kissed Polly's baby was sgl
Inever forgot!
And SAYS he: There's work on the farm Il
Jim and myself to do,
And we'll bury the hatchet deep, and begin o,
lives anew"
Ever sense we've made one family, and
haven't got no son
That begins to do as well by me as our Polly
Jim has done.
And the baby little blessingl he's as sweet
ever could bel
And who shall tend him and spoil him most,
on what we disagree.
And the moral of my story IS old people, don
To give any thing you've got away till after "
are dead
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