Herald and news. [volume] (West Randolph, Vt.) 1878-1943, 1889-03-21
oREEy GROW TIE RUsHEs, 0.

When was bout eighteen year old,
| Nd Winter evenin's long nd cold
Came round, md sleighin' got real good,
| Ny gal would put on cloak and hood,
| Nd would hitch up our old Fan,
| ira ruther have her than the span,
Because wanted one arm free
Fer-fer-fer drivin don't you see,1
Then when drew up tn the gate
She'd say was leetle late,
| In sich a way tn let me see
| She'd been a-waitin' thar fer me.
Nd then we'd dash away, away,
With chimin' bells in old red sleigh,
Singn' a song out DER the snow
About, Green grow the rushes, o."
Nd when we reached the house whar they
Were havin' of grand swaray,
Or soshyb or dance or SIGH,
We'd drive inter the barn md hitch,
Then carry tn the house pile
o. fodder that'd make You smile,
milk pan full O. biscuits and
Another full o doughnuts, and
Another full O. pickles and
Another full o. chicken, and
Well never mind about that are,
We'd lug it in, then skip upstair,
Throw off our wraps md then we'd run
Downstairs all ready for some fun,
And jine the young folks, cheeks aglow,
singin', "Green grow the rushes, o"
The old folks, in another room,
Would sit as solemn as the tomb;
The men about their crops would speak;
The wimmen though'd slyly peep
In through the door nd watch their boys
Nd gals, md laugh tn hear the noise
Fer wimmen's hearts they don't grow old
Like mems, likewise they don't grow cold,
Though years may top their heads with snow
I've had a mother nd know.
What fun we had, my gal and l.
As round inside the ring we'd fly.
She'd make pertense tn run away,
But still alters won the day,
Nd got LIES sweetest kiss know,
Playin' Green grow the rushes, o."
Nd then the ride hum in the night,
Under the stars all shinin' bright.
We didn't hurry on our way,
Because we've had lots to say.
Nd we two nicely filed the seat,
Nd, oh. how fair she was, how sweet
That face never can forget;
I shet my eyes nd see il yet.
One evenin' when drove around
Tu take my sweetheart out tn town,
The doctors sleigh was thar nd
Was told the gal loved must die
Ny little sweetheart dying there
No more I'd see her face so fair,
Or hear her voice so soft and low
singin' Green grow the PUSHES, o."
Well, that was sixty year ago,
Nd my head now is topped with snow.
I've been knocked round rum post tn post,
Nd got past feelin', tu almost.
I'm old nd tough nd often cross,
Nd my folks know that | am boss
But in the Winter, when the snow
Is GOVERN all things here below.
And there's a swaray at my hum,
Tu which the gals nd fellers come,
| set in my big chair nd see
EN- froliekin with youthful glee.
You see, my mind goes wand rim back
Along my hfe's long uphill track,
Nd tears come rollin fast know,
Tu hear Green grow the rushes, o."
Thar never was heart, guess,
Without a spot o. tenderness.
Now here am so old nd sot,
Nd cross grained as hemlock knot,
With housefnl o gals nd boys
Maxim an everlastin noise.
But when hear the sleigh bells clink
often shet my eyes nd think,
Away back sixty year ago,
or that sweet gal used tu know.
see her face nd hear her sing,
hear her merry laughter ring;
Upon my lips feel her kiss,
So shy, so full o tenderness;
see through tears grave know,
Where still Green grow the rushes, o."
VIM. E. Penney in New York World.
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