Down the old path winding yonder
To the orchard where the children used to play.





GRIGGSBY'S STATION


Pap's got his pattent-right, and rich as all creation;
But where's the peace and comfort that we all had
before?
Le's go a-visitin' back to Griggsby's Station--
Back where we ust to be so happy and so pore!

The likes of us a-livin' here! It's jest a mortal pity
To see us in this great big house, with cyarpets on the
stairs,
And the pump right in the kitchen! And the city! city!
city!--
And nothin' but the city all around us ever'wheres!

Climb clean above the roof and look from the steeple,
And never see a robin, nor a beech or ellum tree!
And right here in ear-shot of at least a thousan' people,
And none that neighbors with us or we want to go and
see!

Le's go a-visitin' back to Griggsby's Station--