The Pike County BalladsHoughton Mifflin, 1912 - 45 страница The ballads tell of the rough and tumble lives of stage coach drivers, engineers, and dock workers along the Mississippi River. |
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PIKE COUNTY BALLADS John 1838-1905 Hay,N. C. (Newell Convers) 1882-1945 Wyeth,Bruce 1870-1957 Rogers, Former Owner Приказ није доступан - 2016 |
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Abner Fry Afore agin the bank ain't ax yer parding b'lieve BANTY BANTY TIM Blood drawed boat chaw clock county Could beat Deacon and Parson dead Derringer Dimocrat dozen stumbles drap that whisky-skin drink fa'r Fo'th fool ford and creek four-year-old game of Draw gethered Gilgal Golyer heerd heern heft hell Hell-to-split hill and holler hold her nozzle holler and ford hosses had wings JIM BLUDSO Little Breeches little child little Gabe McPhail middlin Mississippi Mister Phinn mystery n't no saint never nigger night nozzle agin old Jedge Phinn Parson Skeeters Peart Pike County Ballads PLEDGE AT SPUNKY Prairie Belle preachin pretty and strong pretty much alike reckon sarched scooped seen Shelby's boy Leviticus snow SPUNKY POINT Squire staggered struck stumbles and falls Taggart's Hall tell terbacker tetches the boy thar thing Tilmon Joy toddle tore ungodly voice whar what's whip WHITE MAN'S yell
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Страница 10 - He weren't no saint — them engineers Is all pretty much alike — One wife in Natchez-under-the-Hill And another one here in Pike ; A keerless man in his talk was Jim, And an awkward hand in a row, But he never flunked, and he never lied : I reckon he never knowed how.
Страница 11 - Through the hot black breath of the burnin' boat Jim Bludso's voice was heard, And they all had trust in his cussedness And knowed he would keep his word. And, sure's you're born, they all got off Afore the smokestacks fell, And Bludso's ghost went up alone In the smoke of the Prairie Belle. He...
Страница 10 - And if ever the Prairie Belle took fire, A thousand times he swore He'd hold her nozzle agin the bank Till the last soul got ashore. All boats has their day on the Mississip, And her day come at last. The Movastar was a better boat, But the Belle she wouldn't be passed, And so she come tearin...
Страница 24 - ... me Through that fire-proof, gilt-edged hell! The Rebels seen him as quick as me, And the bullets buzzed like bees; But he jumped for me, and shouldered me, Though a shot brought him once to his knees; But he staggered up, and packed me off, With a dozen stumbles and falls, Till safe in our lines he drapped us both, His black hide riddled with balls. So, my gentle gazelles, thar's my answer, And here stays Banty Tim: He trumped Death's ace for me that day, And I'm not goin
Страница 11 - Belle took fire — A thousand times he swore He'd hold her nozzle agin the bank Till the last soul got ashore. All boats has their day on the Mississip, And her day come at last — The Movastar was a better boat, But the Belle she wouldn't be passed. And so she come tearin...
Страница 17 - Parr Went off for some wood to a sheepfold That he said was somewhar thar. We found it at last, and a little shed Where they shut up the lambs at night.
Страница 12 - Belle. He weren't no saint, — but at jedgment I'd run my chance with Jim, 'Longside of some pious gentlemen That wouldn't shook hands with him. He seen his duty, a dead-sure thing, — And went for it thar and then ; And Christ ain'ta going to be too hard On a man that died for men. JOHN HAY LITTLE BREECHES I DON'T go much on religion, I never ain't had no show ; But I've got a middlin' tight grip, sir, On the handful o
Страница 16 - I'd larnt him to chaw terbacker Jest to keep his milk-teeth white. The snow come down like a blanket As I passed by Taggart's store; I went in for a jug of molasses And left the team at the door. They scared at something and started— I heard one little squall, And hell-to-split over the prairie Went...
Страница 21 - The times bein' all out o' j'int, The nigger has got to mosey From the limits o' Spunky P'int! Le's reason the thing a minute: I'm an old-fashioned Dimocrat too, Though I laid my politics out o' the way For to keep till the war was through. But I come back here, allowin...
Страница 15 - I DON'T go much on religion, I never ain't had no show; But I've got a middlin' tight grip, sir, On the handful o' things I know. I don't pan out on the prophets And free-will and that sort of thing, — But I b'lieve in God and the angels, Ever sence one night last spring. I come into town with some turnips, And my little Gabe come along, — No four-year-old...