The silver messenger. (Challis, Idaho) 1890-1912, 1899-02-28
The Little Girl Fro m Town.
BY T. SHELLEY SUTTON.

I'd know it from your dress,
You've got kind o. city way
That makes me think o. Bess;
Bess Why-excuse me, miss,-of course
You don't know who mean
But Bess, you see-Beg pardon, miss,
You'll think me kind o. green--
But Bess was from the city, miss,
A city girl like you,
With hair as golden as your own,
And eyes o. heavens blue;
Her smile was like the mornin's light,
Her cheek was like the rose
She wasn't like a city girl
Though dressed In city clothes.
Them city girls, you know, is proud,
They like to strut around
They study stars" but never see
The blossoms In the ground
They lift their heads too high fur me-
It's nat'ral though, guess,
Yet somehow, miss, couldn't see
That fault In little Bess;
She had kind o. gentle way
A smile fur ev'ry one
And say-she used to jist git out
And rozap and rip and run
The other girls would all stand back
Too ciufied to play
They didn't like our country sports,
And kinder kept away.
How came they heSeG Oh Well, you see,
They staid with farmer Brown
lot o. city folks, they got
A picnic up in town.
Twas in the summer time, you know,
And things was awful hot
A lot o. hooks an lines an guns
An eatables was brought,
And all they did was fish and hunt
And eat an drink an play
They staid week, although they meant
To only stay day.
Well, miss, the story's kind o. short
met her-that is all;
They had dance at browns one night
A regular city ball;
And after that-well, evry day
Invent ito see old Brown"
But Brown-HE knew 1 went to see
The little girl from town.
loved her, miss.-there amt no use
o. tellin' any lie;
never told her though-What's that
Ha ha You ask me why
A country lad like me Why, miss,
didn't stand no show;
She wasn't like a city girl,
What always wants beau
No No 4! loved her, miss,-in fact,
I'll lover her till die
But she was far above me, miss,
And 'twarn't no use to try.
She liked me though, and when she left
She squeezed my hand, and then
She looked at me. Good by e." she said
IT'LL Summer comes again -
Twas jist year ago today,
And miss she amt como yet;
She said she would, but then, you know,
girl can soon forget.
But 1--ah WE'LL love her yet
s'pose 1 always will;
Aud lois o. times ketch mvseh
gaia DER the hill;
see the city smoke arise
In colors blue and brown,
Aud then-I kinder think o. Bess.
The little girl from town.
want to be city lad,
And leave the farm behind
And then kinder ketch myself,
And brush her from my mind;
And then, at night, climb the hill,
And watch the city lights,
And think about the city streets,
And all the dif'rent sights
But faint the city sights want,
1t amt the city life,
1t amt the hustle or the noise,
The turmoil or the strife
I'D rather be a farmer boy
Than wear monaroh's crown
But still, want to be with Bess,
My little girl in town.
You say you know her Well, I'm glad
met you Is she we'll
comm here Now who'd thought !
Today 7 Well now, do tell |
hear you're goin' to stay week
That 30 : I'm kinder glad
You'll find the farm is sorter dull,
But then-it amt so bad
Say, miss, 1t seems we've met before,
You make think-I guess
Its iist your kind o. city way
That makes me think-of Bess
And so you know my little girl,
She's comm here today p
What's that 7 You've heard her speak O, meY
Wei noao +! What did she say
She loOes me Miss-don't talk that way
amt no hand fur Jest
You kinder makes me feel ashamed
o. all have confessed
No Jest Say miss, amt no fool,
Though plain an rough / be;
wisht you wouldn't talk that WV
II makes me-caa't you see p
M my heart is sorter out o. tune
II seems so funny like