IF LOVING WERE WOOING.
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If wishing were getting,
Ah! wouldn’t it be fine?
If loving were wooing,
Alice, thou would’st be mine;
Neither wealth nor honor,
Nor gem from the sea,
Can cause such a yearning
As I have for thee.
What need of a ruby
When your cheeks I see?
Those gems ’neath your lashes
Are diamonds to me;
Your forehead’s a sapphire,
Beaming ’neath a curl;
Your lips seem a rosebud,
Hiding two rows of pearl.
WINTER.
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Oh! the winter’s coming,
Leaves are getting brown,
Hickory nuts and acorns
Falling to the ground.
Pumpkins getting yellow,
Persimmons getting ripe,
Opossum ’gin to fatten
And quails begin to pipe.
Bird dog in the broom sage,
Hunter’s got his gun,
Erastus with old Traylor—
Opossum’d better run.