“Goin Home Fur Christmas”
Pa fussed at ma, and said By gun!
There wa’n’t no use a talkin’;
Times wuz too hard to travel round,
In any way ’cept walkin’,
And said ’twas nonsense anyhow,
Folks didn’t want no visitors;
And said ma needn’t talk no more,
’Bout goin’ home for Christmas.
“I’d like to see ’em all,” says ma,
All pale and almost cryin’;
A gazin’ out the window, where
The snow wuz fairly flyin’;
“I’ve been a thinkin’, oh so long,
’Bout mother and my sisters;
And savin’ every cent I could
To’ards goin’ home for Christmas.”
But pa he frowned and then ma sighed.
Just once, and kinder’ smilin’,
Says: “Well, les’ go an’ have some tea,
The water’s all a-bilin’.”
To-day pa called us children in
To ma’s room—he wuz cryin’—
And ma wuz—oh so white and still,
And cold where she wuz lyin’.
She kinder roused up when we come,
And turned her face and kissed us,
And says: “Good-by—oh good-by, dears!
I’m goin’ home fur Christmas!”