They was loaded sure with something
Seemed to thrill me through and through;
Hair as black as fire-burnt prairie;
Eyes that dance and flash and flirt;
Every time she smiled she showed you
Teeth as white's my Sunday shirt.
Baked us biscuits light as cotton;
I can't eat mine any more,--
I must get some better breeches,--
Kind o' 'shamed of those I wore;
But I'm goin' there to-morrow,
Like enough I'll stay all day,
Seems to me too dry for plowing--
Durn that Johnson, anyway!


5

I ain't much on deep-down thinkin',
Reasoning out the way things go,
So I s'pose I'll keep on foolin'
Till in time I get to know.
I've had chills and fever 'n' ague;
Suffered till their course was run.
Maybe love just keeps on runnin',
Till a man has lost--or won.
One thing certain: I have got it;
Seems to struck in good and hard.
Makes me sometimes soft and tender;
Next thing I would fight my pard.