Milford chronicle., 1923-07-06

You can feel it in the air
. In good old Sussex County,
Down in little Delaware.
r The sweetest kind of music
Is the rustic of the corn,
And the whippoorwills a-callin'
In the early of the morn.
! When the bees are in the clover
Hummin' such a lovely tune
That it sets feller sighin'
For an everlestin' June.
like to watch the glowin' sun
And then the summer rain
That touches up the dusty grass
And makes it smile again;
With happiness for every one
And just a bit to spare,
In good old Sussex County,
Down in little Delaware.
like to be in Sussex
In the watermelon time
For that's the place to get 'em
If you want 'em in their prime.
Some say the finest melon
Is the good old Mountain Sweet"
And others say "Tom Watson"
Is rather hard to beat;
But the finest watermelon
Ripens early in the morn,
All nice and cold and wet with dew
You eat it in the corn,
You take it from neighbor
Who has plenty and to spare,
In good old Sussex County,
Down in little Delaware.
1 reckon there amt nothin'
That a feller could compare
To the red and juicy peaches
That you find agrowin' there;
Just help yourself, it's all the same
/ If you should take a few;
The fruits of earth belong to man,
And that is why they grew.
They say in good old Sussex
That, since the air is free
And not cent to pay for it,
Why, peaches ought to be.
So help yourself; I reckon
There's a-plenty and to spare
In good old Sussex County,
Down in little Delaware.
We're modest here in Sussex
And we've got a simple creed,
Good honest folks for neighbors
With a helpin' hand in need;
A friend to cheer and comfort
You when troubles intervene
Not sayin' much, but standin' by
Well, you know what I mean.
We've preachin' every Sunday
And the singin' is the best.
So mot a wave of trouble rolls
Across our peaceful breast
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And quite enough to wear,
In good old Sussex County,
Down in little Delaware.
It's comfortin' to hear 'em talk
Down to the village store
IF bosses and of politics
And why the land is pore
If rabbit dogs and setter pups
And, social like, you know,
And your neighbors' business
And all the debts they owe.
Then some one gets to talkin'
Of the boys that went to war;
-ou doze a spell, and then wake up
And wonder where you are;
hen off to home where Sary Ann
Is dozin' in her chair,
n good old Sussex County,
Down in little Delaware.
like to see the purple grapes
A-hangin' from the vines;
like to hear the rabbit dogs
A-yelpin' in the pines
hen the shoats are all a-thrivin'
And the turkeys gettin' fat
18th jowl and sweet potaters
For your mouth to water at;
he boys a-gatherin' hickory nuts,
The men a-huskin' corn,
be women gettin' dinner II
With the gals to blow the horn j
ne glory of the autumn II
Round about us everywhere
good old Sussex County,
Down in little Delaware. II
Id long in winter evenin's II
I like to stay at home
,side the fire and toast my shins,
And have the neighbors come;
I'd there We'll set and talk for hours
Of folks we used to know, III
Id mebbe mention some old chunl III
That's underneath the snow iii
Id have some meller apples then Hi
With cider just to waste, III
th a leetle drap O. somethin' else III
To give the stuff a taste; III
en- all ouhtroubles melt away III
And vanish in the air III
good old Sussex County,
Down in little Delaware. llll
int as spry as once I was; lIII
guess I'm gettin' old; Hill
e tasks are now for younger men iii
md not for me, I'm told. I'LL
children all have left the farm iii
md gone in town to stay, I'LL
~ poster me to sell the place Hill
nd then to move away; lllIl
here at home with Sary Ann Illll
m happy as I be, lllIl
h all the fields and all the flowers llll
-smilin' back at me; lllII
good to know that we shall find HILL
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