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Title: Wayside poems for old and young
Year: 1902 (1900s)
Authors: Van Slyke, Elmer W., 1861-
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Publisher: Binghamton, N.Y., Chronicle Publishing Co.
Contributing Library: The Library of Congress
Digitizing Sponsor: Sloan Foundation

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, dear, before, But sweet Bessies witching smileSeemed to draw me more and more. But you know my dear, that IWasnt a bit in love with Bess, Though it gave my heart a tryTo withstand her loveliness. It was strange I do declare For Id known her many a year-But she never seemed so fairAs that day she did appear, I had always been afraid Of a pretty girl till sheLed me on that day and made A bold lover out of me. Never knew I had the gritTo brace up to such as she, And I wouldnt have had a bitHad she not encouraged me. I was feeling out of sight With our trap and dapple bays, When we drove into the light Of the farmyards lanterned place. We came later than the rest.Having had so long a ride, And the people—how they guessedTo see Bessie at my side. Jim was standing there by youFeeling rather pleased I guess, But yoii seemed a little blue When you saw me there with Bess. Then we mingled with the crowdWhere the merry buskers sped And above their task was bowedMany an eager bobbing head. 93
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Wondering if V a acted wise. When the corn in heaps was piled, Busy fingers were at play,And the boys in rapture smiled When a red ear came their way. For you know each garnet ear That the lucky husker found,Bade him kiss the lassie near And we sometimes passed it round. Maids were happy, lads were gay,While the happy moments flew Till the fiddlers tuned to play,Then our joy no limit knew. On the new barns spacious floor,Fragrant with the scent of hay Each, his lovely partner boreDancing there till break of day. But you would not dance a set, And I sort of pitied JimHanging like a blanket wet, Where the lights were rather dim. I could see your angry pout, W^hile I circled round with Bess, Through the changes in and out- And your thoughts were plain to guess. Then I asked you for a danceAnd you didnt give cousent; Jim was looking on askance.So away with Bess I went. 95 O, but you was blue that night,For you thought I did not care And I acted happy, quite. But poor Jim was in despair. Y

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