Sequachee Valley news. (Sequachee [Sequatchie], Tenn.) 1896-1952, 1918-08-22
Deacon BROWNS
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Poor Deacon Brown in the prime of life
Had buried bis loved and loving wife,
And what in the world was the deacon to do
With four small boys and baby, too.
There was Joseph and John and Isaac and Paul.
And none but the Deacon do it ALL
So he SAID to his nelghbor Jones day,
In a semseriOus sort of way,
81 tell you, Jones, Pm sick, indeed,
OF this dreary, humdrum life lead
1t would brighten the gloom of my weary life
If | only--well if had a wife.
And then, my friend. you quite aware,
My poor little babes need a mothers care
Could find woman, kind and good,
Who would for them a a mother should,
Why neghbor Jones, would give my life
But where, where, l find wife?
There's the widow Smith, but don't you see
She isn't the all for me.
don't cent for pretty face,
A lovely maid with form and grace.
But give a,w of common sense,
And not miserable bill of expense
Hearty and rugged and ready to work.
Never complaining, trying to shirk
One who would go, if yon needed man,
Right out in the field with the harvest hand,
And wouldn't consider it out of place
Oh, wouldn't give much for pretty face "
swell, Deacon" said Jones, with comicaI sigh, ~
While bushel of fun twnked right in his eye,
81 know woman you may depend
Will make you tptop wife, my friend
She lives in the borders of Barrytown,
And Pm she will SUIT you, Deacon Brown,
She is not very handsome but then suppose
You don't care cent for the length of her
Nor for the cut of womans clothes;
When help is needed, you'll understand,
Samantha Simpkins is right hand"
"lndeed," said the Deacon in friendly tones
"Much obliged you, Farmer JONES'
SO the very next Sunday Deacon Brown
Drove In his carriage to Barrytown.
You may be the Deacon was dressed
In his plug hat and his Sunday best.
He had spent an hour in dyeing his hair
He shaved his chin with the greatest care,
For he said to himself as he drove away,
"We ought to be dressed we'll on the Sabbath day
The day was warm, and twas rather late,
When he htched his horse at Samantha's gate.
:'This here is splendid" the deacon said
AS he cast glance at barn and shed,
"rhe house looks neat and the yards clean,
This farm is the slickest l ever
All! this is the for me, trow"
And he wiped the sweat from his throbbing brow.
His heart beat fast aud he said
But gently raped at the parlor door.
He heard a rush and heavy tread.
81 guess it's man" the Deacon said.
The door hastily opened wide
And the frightened Deacon stood beside
swarthy dame. quite six feet two
Who sported neither boot shoe.
She had on r5head broad brimmed hat
Old and tattered and worn at that.
She had just come in from her well. kept farm,
And she carried pitchfok under her
"Beg your PARDON the deacon said,
His voice was faint, his face red,
II beg your pardon" continued he
ats Miss Samantha / called to see"
II suppose you called to see the hay
offered for sale the other day"
The deacon didn't know what to say
Or how in the world to get away.
so what do you want of me?" she cried,
And she stepped right up to the deacon's side
The wonder is that he didn't fall
For he went thru the gate like cannon ball.
And when at last he safe from harm,
Half mile from the Simpkins farm,
He said to himself in smothered tones,
'If again that wicked Jones,
Crosses my path I'll break his bones,
And tho it may out OF my place,
loolf e. fha nroftv facoD