Middletown transcript., 1895-12-14

They are leaning their young heads against
their mothers
And that cannot stop the tears. Etc.
IN GOOD OLD sEssEX COUNT
Read Before the New Castle Co
Teachers Institute, December
6, 1895, at MiddIetown.
In dear old Sessex County down in little
Delaware,
often say to my old wife, "I'm glad we're
livin' there"
to the sea;
pertend to be;
They aint a mountain nanywheresa-holdin' up
its head;
They aint no rocks. but only sand shinin
there instead,
But they's allus welcome fer ye, you can feel
it in the air,
In dear old Sessex County down in little
Delaware.
The sweetest kind of music SIS the rustic of
the corn,
And the whipoorwills a-callin' in the early OF
the morn,
When the bees are in the clover hummin'
sech lovely tune,
That feller'd be contented with an everlast-
in June,
love to watch the glowin' sun and then the
summer rain,
That touches up the dusty grass, and makes
it smile again,
With happiness for everyone, and jest bit to
spare,
In good old sessex County, down in little
Delaware.
I reckon they aint nuthin, that feller could
= compare
To the red and juicey peaches that you find
a-growin' there;
Jest help yourself, its all the same eff you
should take few,
Fer every farmer counts hisself neighbor
They say in good old sessex, "that sense the
And not a cent to pay fer it, that peaches
ought to be;
So help yourself, reckon they's a-plenty and
to spare,
Delaware.
like to be in Sessex in the water-millon
time,
Cause that's the place to git 'em' eff you want
'em in their prime.
Some says the finest million is the good old
Mountain Sweet,
And others says the Rattlesnake is rather
hard to beat,
But the finest warter-millon you must pull at
early morn,
While the dew is shinin' on him, and you eat
him in the corn;
You take him from a neighbor, who has
plenty and to spare,
In good old Sessex County, down in little
Delaware.
I like to hear the fellers talk around the
village store,
OF hosses and of politics, and why the land
is pore,
Of rabbit dogs and setter pups, and social
like, you know,
About yer neighbors' business, and.. d..all the
debts they owe;
And talk about the crops Of corn, and bout
the price of wheat
And how to pickle pork, We know, to make
itfit to eat;
And every other livin' thing they'll be dis
cussin' there,
In good old sessex County, down in little
Delaware.
from the vines;
pines;
When the shoats are all a-thrivin' the
turkeys gettin' fat,
to warter at,
The boys a-gettin' hickory nuts, the men
a-huskin' corn,
The women gettin' dinner, and the gals to
blow the horn,
or all the blessins' goin', they has got the
biggest share,
in good old sessex County, down III little
Delaware.
And long in winter evenins' like to stay at
home,
Around the fire and warm myself, and have
the neighbors come,
And talk in jest a social way about the folks
you know,
And maybe mention one or too that's under.
meath the snow;
And have some meller apples then and cider
jest to waste,
With little drop Of suthin' else to give the
stuff taste.
We make it out Of peaches that you find a.
growin' there,
In good old Sessex County down in littl
Delaware.
amt as spry as onct was, guess r.
gettin' old;
I'm pushed aside fer younger men, I aiL t
nogood, Pm told;
My boys they all has left the farm, and gone
in town to stay;
They poster me'to sell the place, and then to
move away;
But here alone with nay eId wife, I'm happy
as Ibe,
With all the fields, and all the flowers a.
smilin' back at me,
And jest few more years, guess and we
will slumber there,
In good old Sessex couty, down in little
Delaware.