HE DIDN'T SELL

Akaroa Mail and Banks Peninsula Advertiser, Volume 3, Issue 232, 8 October 1878, Page 3

HE DIDN'T SELL

'* I b'lieve I'll sell the farm, Jane Ann, and buy a house in town ; Jones made an offer yesterday—he'll 'pay the money down. He said he wasn't anxious, but he had the cash to spare, And reminded me that nowadays cash sales are very rare. The farm ain't worth much, anyway, the soil is mighty thin,* And tbe crops it yields are hardly worth the puttin' of them'in ; Besides, that pesky railroad that they're puttin' through this way Hi Will cut the old place slap in two—Jones told me so to-day. I ain't afeared of work, you know—my daddy alius said, 'There ain't a single lazy hair in Nehetniah's head.' " -. There want no lazy hairs, I know, in that old head of his, , For he did the work of three hired mien in spite of rheumatiz. No, no, I'm not afeared of work—of that I don't complain— , 7 * I've tried to work with wilhV hands in suhshine,_ind in rain ; -77' And I've alius wore a cheerful face, except at times, maybe, 7 ; When them giddy, head-strong steers o, r mine would ' haw' when I yelled ' gee 1 Perhaps it may be sinful for a mortal to find fault With toiling hard both day and night, if he only makes his salt, But I've thought while cradlin' rain-lodged oats on the side-hill over there, . That my task was most too hefty for a 6mall-boned man to bear. ... ■, It's alius been my custom when a-plowin H stumpy soil -,■ "i . '•"■ •': To hum some good, old-fashioned tune— it sorter eased my toil; .., , i ; . But I tell you what, 'twas hard to smother the words of sin' : "," ';', springy root 'ud break and whack me on the shin.- ■»■•■'■■' - I mention these;^erej'things,/irane,Ann, because I'd like to lead. > i••■■•' A peacful, blameless 1 kind v o*Hfe, : from' all; temptations freed. But as long! fas HeSsiaari-Jes l&iuh ah<_ tater-bugsa!A)uu4 !)o nj |>ns: >~;< There'll be some tall profanity at tynes. a floating' 'round ~.'',!/ ■• - / So nowif you're agreed, Jane Ann, I'll sell )_ the farm to Jones— IgHe'll find that what it lacks in soil is well made up in stones— "''" ' And we'll move into the town next week— what's thatyodr _jyih\wife-i-SY-* !l ''' You'll never leave the good old -place -As a» long as you have life ? ' -. * %,, Well, there it goes again, I vumj .Go/on and have your say You're bound gto wear the breeches—in a figgerative way But you'll find I'll have my way this time, old girl, as well-as you, • So if you're bound to stay right here, by grannies, I'll stay, too I"