The Son
I heard an old farm-wife,
Selling some barley,
Mingle her life with life
And the name "Charley".
Saying, "The crop's all in,
We're about through now;
Long nights will soon begin,
We're just us two now.
Twelve bushels at sixty cents,
It's all I carried --
He sickened making fence;
He was to be married --
It feels like frost was near --
His hair was curly.
The spring was late that year,
But the harvest early."
Selling some barley,
Mingle her life with life
And the name "Charley".
Saying, "The crop's all in,
We're about through now;
Long nights will soon begin,
We're just us two now.
Twelve bushels at sixty cents,
It's all I carried --
He sickened making fence;
He was to be married --
It feels like frost was near --
His hair was curly.
The spring was late that year,
But the harvest early."
Ridgely Torrence
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