Virginia free press. (Charlestown, Va. [W. Va.]) 1832-1916, 1895-07-10
T1LK WITH TIE PRoPHEr.


The crop was ~disappointin the flies an then
the rain
Had damaged it up purity smart, an then the
price of grain
Had stopped a goin' upwards, an the market
it was slow;
An I smoked my pipe an Pondered jist why
things were SIGH and so;
An the more I thought about it, an of things
had been told,
The more 1 came to blame it all on nothin'
else 'oept gold;
An I cussed up Grover Cleveland an John
Carlisle an said
If Judge Lucas could be President, an we
could have instead
A man ike Mr.. Morrow in the Treasury, we
should see
All things a boomin', dollar wheat, an farmin'
up in G..
An cussed them men on Wall street, m
wished they all was dead
An then Knocked my pipe out, an was goin'
home ter bed,
When, round the bend, and down the road, a
man come ridin' slow,
easy recognized him in the new moons feeble
glow,
An 1 sat an watched him comm was
none but Mr.. Morrow,
An his head was on his bosom like a man
bowed down with sorrow.
Ihailed him an he halted, an when he raised
his head,
/ saw his cheek was wet with tears which
trickled through his beard.
Good e%yenin', Mr.. Hayrick, and his voice
was low and sad
"Gooi e%yenin', Mr.. Hayrick how's your
wheat2'-I said twas bad
Eyes. YES. the same old story, an it's always
bound ter be
Bad as the very dickens, till We get our silver
free"
Then a sudden change came on him, an the
tears they ceased ter flow,
An ne raised his hand ter heaven, an hecried
out Heaven Whoa
He started in ter give free play ter thoughts
sublime an grand,
Eot got interrupted by his horse, which didn't
want ter stand;
So he tied hmm by the bride to a young an fat
TENN tree,
An then came up an squatted ON the fence
aside o. me
An. proceedin' where he left of, raised his
hands again to heaven,
An cried in voice of passion by those stars
those shinin' seven,
Which You see a Vaughn up there on the tail
of the Great Bear,
This country shall throw off it's curse, for gold
is doomed, I swear.
Then, sinkiu' to his tendercst tones, he talked
Of murdered wheat,
An of cattle so insulted by the price upon
their meat,
An Of corn which bowed itself with shame,
and tried to close its ear
Against The prices offered, when the seilin'
time crew near,
An Of butter bringiu' ten cents, an a weepin'
to itself,
Tuits tears, which people took for brine, roll
cd down upon the shelf,
Ar of sows a eatin' up theirpigs tersaye them
the disgrace
OF fe,chin' low gold prices, am a chicken on
his place
When a man come there ter buy her, an She
saw The price he gave,
That went am found ahorse-pond, an aturtle,
am a grave;
An of bees that sucked wild flowers, which
they knowed was piziu stuff,
Because they felt their honey wasn't bringin'
half enough.
An / swear he had me cryin' till fairly
thought Ia bust,
An his horse got down upon his knees and
wallowed in the dust.
Then. like a trumpet calm fer men ter come
and fight,
An battle strong fer freedom, an ter hit out
hard fer right,
He raised his voice and shouted till the roost-
es gan ter crow,
An the branches on the locust trees were toss
I'M TO and FRO
Down with this golden tyraut or with these
golden chains!
Start zap the blood ter l1win' fast through our
nations veins,
Overthrow the power of rich men, an give the
poor their riches ~
He nearly slipped, but, thank the Lord,
caught him by the britches.
He took q drmer foot-holt likewise a frmer
seat,
An holdin' ON by one hand, waved the other
at my wheat,
"Look a- those shocks am ten me how YOU can
Gil ter weep
When yoa reflect the price they'll bring. an