And then a creak as the firm wood breaks,
And the monarch falls and the firm earth shakes.
And the monarch falls and the firm earth shakes.
With a steady stroke at the tallest oak
The forest ever grows,
I'll lay it low in the gleaming snow
To music of my blows;
Then gaily sing while the woodlands ring
With echoes of the ax,
Though the trees are tall I'll conquer them all
And break their sturdy backs.
The forest ever grows,
I'll lay it low in the gleaming snow
To music of my blows;
Then gaily sing while the woodlands ring
With echoes of the ax,
Though the trees are tall I'll conquer them all
And break their sturdy backs.
HOW BE YER?
I don't gin much for city ways
O' ginning a handshake,
This taking hold o' people's hands
As though you thought they'd break;
I like to hev 'em grip my hand
Like 'twas an ax or plow,
An' gin my arm a wrench an' say
How be yer anyhow?
O' ginning a handshake,
This taking hold o' people's hands
As though you thought they'd break;
I like to hev 'em grip my hand
Like 'twas an ax or plow,
An' gin my arm a wrench an' say
How be yer anyhow?
A LAW OF NATURE
Yer can't plant cabbage seed and get a tater,
Not in my garden patch, an' that aint Nater,
An' he who goes around a-sowin' evil,
Will reap a crap o' pig-weeds from the devil.
Not in my garden patch, an' that aint Nater,
An' he who goes around a-sowin' evil,
Will reap a crap o' pig-weeds from the devil.
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