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I buried my first womern

In the spring; and in the fall

I was married to my second,

And haint settled yit at all? —

Fer I'm allus thinkin' – thinkin'

Of the first one's peaceful ways,

A-bilin' soap and singin'

Of the Lord's amazin' grace.

And I'm thinkin' of her, constant,

Dyin' carpet-chain and stuff,

And a-makin' up rag-carpets,

When the floor was good enough!

And I mind her he'p a-feedin'

And I recollect her now

A-drappin' corn, and keepin'

Clos't behind me and the plow!

And I'm allus thinkin' of her

Reddin' up around the house;

Er cookin' fer the farm-hands;

Er a-drivin' up the cows. —

And there she lays out yender

By the lower medder-fence,

Where the cows was barely grazin',

And they're usin' ever sence.

And when I look acrost there —

Say its when the clover's ripe,

And I'm settin', in the evenin',

On the porch here, with my pipe,

And the other'n hollers "Henry!" —

W'y, they ain't no sadder thing

Than to think of my first womern

And her funeral last spring

Was a year ago.