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A Tale of the Airly Days

James Whitcomb Riley Indiana University Press ePub

OH! tell me a tale of the airly days—

Of the times as they ust to be;

“Piller of Fi-er” and “Shakespeare’s Plays”

Is a’ most too deep fer me!

I want plane facts, and I want plane words,

Of the good old-fashioned ways,

When speech run free as the songs of birds

’Way back in the airly days.

Tell me a tale of the timber-lands—

Of the old-time pioneers;

Somepin’ a pore man understands

With his feelins ’s well as ears.

Tell of the old log house,—about

The loft , and the puncheon flore—

The old fi-er-place, with the crane swung out,

And the latch-string thrugh the door.

Tell of the things jest as they was—

They don’t need no excuse!—

Don’t tech ’em up like the poets does,

Tel theyr all too fine fer use!—

Say they was ’leven in the fambily—

Two beds, and the chist, below,

And the trundle-beds that each helt three,

And the clock and the old bureau.

Then blow the horn at the old back-door

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September Dark

James Whitcomb Riley Indiana University Press ePub

The air falls chill;

The whippoorwill

Pipes lonesomely behind the hill:

The dusk grows dense,

The silence tense;

And lo, the katydids commence.

Through shadowy rifts

Of woodland, lifts

The low, slow moon, and upward drifts,

While left and right

The fireflies’ light

Swirls eddying in the skirts of Night.

O Cloudland, gray

And level, lay

Thy mists across the face of Day!

At foot and head,

Above the dead,

O Dews, weep on uncomforted!

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Up and Down Old Brandywine

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Pet Coon, The

James Whitcomb Riley Indiana University Press ePub

NOEY Bixler ketched him, and fetched him in to me

When he’s ist a little teenty-weenty baby-coon

’Bout as big as little pups, an’ tied him to a tree;

An’ Pa gived Noey fifty cents, when he come home at noon.

Nen he buyed a chain fer him, an’ little collar, too,

An’ sawed a hole in a’ old tub an’ turnt it upside-down;

An’ little feller’d stay in there and won’t come out fer you—

Tendin’ like he’s kindo’ skeered o’ boys ’at lives in town.

Now he aint afeard a bit! he’s ist so fat an’ tame,

We on’y chain him up at night, to save the little chicks.

Holler “Greedy! Greedy!” to him, an’ he knows his name,

An’ here he’ll come a-waddle-un, up fer any tricks!

He’ll climb up my leg, he will, an’ waller in my lap,

An’ poke his little black paws ’way in my pockets where

They’s beechnuts, er chinkypins, er any little scrap

Of anything, ’at’s good to eat—an’ he don’t care!

An’ he’s as spunky as you please, an’ don’t like dogs at all.—

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On the Sunny Side

James Whitcomb Riley Indiana University Press ePub

HI and whoop-hooray, boys!

Sing a song of cheer!

Here’s a holiday, boys,

Lasting half a year!

Round the world, and half is

Shadow we have tried;

Now we’re where the laugh is,—

On the sunny side!

Pigeons coo and mutter,

Strutting high aloof

Where the sunbeams flutter

Through the stable roof.

Hear the chickens cheep, boys,

And the hen with pride

Clucking them to sleep, boys,

On the sunny side!

Hear the clacking guinea;

Hear the cattle moo;

Hear the horses whinny,

Looking out at you!

On the hitching-block, boys,

Grandly satisfied,

See the old peacock, boys,

On the sunny side!

Robins in the peach-tree;

Bluebird in the pear;

Blossoms over each tree

In the orchard there!

All the world’s in joy, boys,

Glad and glorified

As a romping boy, boys,

On the sunny side!

Where’s a heart as mellow?

Where’s a soul as free?

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