Appetite is surely failing,
Sometimes I don't eat a bite;
Dream of Nancy all the daytime,
That durn Johnson, half the night.


6

I've just got to get to plowin',
Break a fire-guard 'round my shack,
Plant my sod corn, fix my garden;
Everything is goin' to rack.
I can't work the way I used to;
Got to quittin' early now,
Since a little thing that happened,
I can't just remember how.
I was takin' leave of Nancy,
Standin' out there in the night,
And I put my arms around her--
Heart stopped beatin', just from fright.
Can't express the kind of feelin',--
Words wa'n't never made for this,--
As I drew her face up closer,
And I stole my first sweet kiss.




THE QUARREL