The Plymouth tribune. (Plymouth, Ind.) 1901-1911, 1907-01-31
Brier Rose.
From St. Nicholas.

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Said Brier Roses Their the naughty Rose
What will become my child the Lord Almighty knows
You will scrub the kettles will touch the broom;
You a minute still spinning wheel or ioom"
Thus grumbed in the morning and grumbed late at eve
The wife, she hustled with and sieve;
But Rose laughed dainty head
Why shall marry mother dear full merrly she said
marry, saucy Brier Rose The he found
To marry a leagues around"
Brer Rose she laughed and she triled merry lay;
Perhaps from eighty leagues away
The wife with humph" and sigh forsook the battle
pals about with much vindctve rattle
20 Lord what sin youthful days and wild,
That punished with such hayward child?
Up stole the girl tiptoe steps could hear
And laughing pressed airy behind the good ws
And she reentng, sighed "Oh heaven only knows
Whatever will become of you, my naughty Brier Kose
high and sounds teen1ing in the air.
The cank of scyhes the swelling wood
From field and eopse and meadow and through open
Sweet fragrant of hay the idle breeze bore
Then grew pensive like bird of thoughtful men,
Whose little life has problems among the green
She brawng where the tide was swift ana srohe
heard the its strange, alurng song
And out she skipped meadows DER and gazed into the sky
Her heart gadne she herself knew why
And to a merry tune hummed "Oh heaven only knows
Whatever will become Of the naughty Brier Rose
svhene'er thrifty this idle maid espied 49,.
She shook her warning and her wrath could mae
For Girls were never made for housewives spinning wheel and
And not to drink the sunshine wldAow sweet perfume
And often cried when the Ber Rose went oy
"You cannot knita stocking and cannot make PIE
But Brier her won't she cooked her curry "e
But | can sing pretty song full merrily she sao
nd Oft the
"IIo oood nothing Brer how do you do today
Then she shook tiny her cheeks the color hew
@However much you ask I'll never dance win you
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: Thus few the wears Bers Roses head
Till she was twenty summers old and yet remained unwea
And all the parish The Lord Almighty knows
Whatever will become Of naughty Brier Rose ~,
And while they the spring dancing 1 n
Her breath was of and all the mouh'a" nus
With thinking their ripping and their rushing hed he "
nd misty sounds of water forfh-weiing eVeryw"ee
And in the valleys DEPTH like luy beast of prey
The river aloud and tossed its name OF spray
Then hushed again softly splashng Groom
dark troled and white beneath the moon
II was merry sght'to the lumber as it whiried
Adow the tawny eddies that ehed and swirled
Now shooting through the rapids and with reeing SWING
Into the foam-crest diving like an animated thing
But in the narrows of rock where DER steep incline
The plunged foam the dark boughs OF the pine
The lads kept and and sent eaeh asss
spinning down the rapids should lock the stream
Ana t me thinks / hear it now-wld voices in the night
rush of feet dogs harsh bark, torchs haring hight
And wandering gusts and round US far and ngh
hrobbng of like puebeat in the sky =
The pad with of gold and red
As we with boatbooks in our hand toward the Paows sped
And for the mighty reetops
Now o d M % are like
hundred crowns sigs to- who breaks the lumber locki
For if another hour go by, the angry waters spoil -
Our homes will be, fields weary of toll"
We looked each the other each hoped his neighbor would
home, vaen Norsemen
But feet the brawlng tide expanded like lake,
And whing made
Two hundred ownsp the sheriff CRIED breathess
crowd.
Two hundred bonny ads anxious and
But not forward. and spoke sor stirred
And nothing the thunder of the was heard
But with trembling hands anng stood
We sped little curly head from the wood.
We heard little snatch of merry little
And the Ber Rose
An murmur from the people round about; D.
Fling her the river" heard the maoBs shout;
Chase her the silly
Whyever he created the worthless Ber Rose" r
Sweet Brier Rose she
Across her fair face fitted that might begule;
And then she her head roguish little cock;
Hand boat HOOK lads she said; Il think I'll break the
Dsive shouts laughter old;
Hoi good-for nothing Brer Rose bold
And mockinglyy boat-hook into her hands flung,
When lol into the rivers midst
We her dmy through mist of dense and binding
From beam beam she skipped, like play;
And and then faint CLEANS color through the
A crimson waist golden head a little dainty wrist.
In pressed the people the margin of the hill,
hundred breaths baed hundred hearts stood STILL
For hak from the rapids and creakng sound
a crash of thunder which shook the ground
water the lumber down he
We heard muhed rumbling and roaring in the deep,
We tiny form which the torrent swiftly bore