The Monroe journal., 1916-12-01
TWO OLD TIME SONGS
One About the Faithless Maid and
One About the man who made no

One About the Faithless Maid and
One About the man who made no
Corn.
of The Journal.
Your words about the death OF Mr..
II. p. Meigs were so well said that l
can not hope 10 add anything to them
but ! want TO say that. though | new
er knew him personally. his death
brings a real regret TO me. l will
miss his cherry articles from The
pages and l wonder also
who will I'LL his place. This world
was blessed by such beautiful life
as his was and the community In
which he lived has indeed suffered q
great loss.
Well. I am sending some more
songs. These songs were sung when
| was a girl tor a young LADY,. In
the frst one smile. at the consola-
tion 81 the girl imagines she is
giving 10 the young man by promising
TO love him as brother. | don't
think he got much comfort out of
that. But perhaps some young gentle
man OF nowadays can better de-
scribe his feelings than l can. Per
haps we might find one who has
been through with the like"
IT'S true that you once were my
lover.
But that sort OF thing has an end.
Young love and its trasports are
over,
You know you can still be my friend.
Don't kneel at my feet, implore
thee,
Don't write on the drawings you
bring.
Don't ask me TO say | adore thee
For indeed tits now no such thing.
Il confess when at Bangor we parted
said that | worshipped you then,
That | was a maid broken hearted
And you the most charming of men.
confess when read your first letter
| blotted your name with tear;
| was young then, but now ! know
better.
Could l tell that I'd meet Hardy
here?
Dear me, how you fret, how you
worry
my VOWS to be true.
If | said so | told you story
For | love Hardy better than you.
Yes. yes. this fond heart is another's
| sigh so whenever he's gone.
| will love you indeed as brother,
But my heart is Joe Hardy's alone.
don't know the name of the
above song.
The song that follows is about an
other young man that Is in trounle.
although from an entirely different
cause. Being a farmers daughter
was especially fond of singing this
one and as fortune would have II the
farmer boy who came "a wooing" at
my fathers house didn't happen to
be the kind described in the song,
The weeds and the grass find a hard
Job trying to grow in his fields, con-
sequently the bread question has
never given us any trouble since the
winter that | didn't tell him no.
Come all We young girls
And listen to my song,
the young man that made
no corn.
The reason why l cannot tell.
For I'm sure that he worked very
well.
Go to his fields and there peep in,
The Unison weeds grew tall as your
chin,
The grass and the weeds, they grew
so high
Twas enough to make that young
man cry.
I'm July his corn was ankle high,
And in September he laid II By
And in November there came such a
frost,
You can't tell the corn that young
MAI lost.
And in the winter. | am told,
He went a counting very bold,
And as he brought his c1urtship on
She said. Young man, did you make
any corn?
L" Well kind miss, it's ny reply,
It's been a long time since | laid 1t
by;
It's ali for the strife and all in vain
| don't believe | made grain.
Well, kind sir. You ask me to
wed,
If that be the case. Wen have no
bread.
Single | am and single I'll remain.
For lazy man | can't maintain
Perhaps our corn clubs will do
away with any such boys as the un-
fortunate fellow described in the
song. Anyway, let us hope so.
/ have an idea that the girl had
already been informed as to the con-
dition OF affairs that existed in the
aforesaid cornfield. Anyway, she
was a sensible girl and admire her.
1t takes more than love to make the
pot boil, you know.-Edna V. Fuh-
IL