IN KENTUCKY.
The moonlight falls the softest,
In Kentucky;
The summer days come oftest,
In Kentucky;
Friendship is the strongest,
Love’s light glows the longest,
Yet, wrong is always wrongest,
In Kentucky.
Life’s burdens bear the lightest,
In Kentucky;
The home fires burn the brightest,
In Kentucky;
While players are the keenest,
Cards come out the meanest,
The pocket empties cleanest,
In Kentucky.
The sun shines ever brightest,
In Kentucky;
The breezes whisper lightest,
In Kentucky;
Plain girls are the fewest,
Their little hearts are truest,
Maiden’s eyes the bluest,
In Kentucky.
Orators are the grandest,
In Kentucky;
Officials are the blandest,
In Kentucky;
Boys are all the fliest,
Danger ever nighest,
Taxes are the highest,
In Kentucky.
The bluegrass waves the bluest,
In Kentucky;
Yet, bluebloods are the fewest (?),
In Kentucky;
Moonshine is the clearest,
By no means the dearest,
And, yet, it acts the queerest,
In Kentucky.
The dove-notes are the saddest,
In Kentucky;
The streams dance on the gladdest,
In Kentucky;
Hip pockets are the thickest,
Pistol hands the slickest,
The cylinder turns quickest,
In Kentucky.
The song birds are the sweetest,
In Kentucky;
The thoroughbreds are fleetest,
In Kentucky;
Mountains tower proudest,
Thunder peals the loudest,
The landscape is the grandest,
And politics—the damnedest,
In Kentucky.
—By James H. Mulligan.