They encored him so loud he waxed afraid,
And ran away as if he were ashamed.
Altho to him such repertoire was new,
But few adults as well as he could do.
A blue eyed lass from Prairie Gem—she played
On the spinnet and sang a pretty song;
While on a banjo a Blue Valley maid
Wrought music sweet to guide her lay along.
Two blackened Deer Creek swains, for old and young,
“Oh Don’t You Hear Dem Bells” like minstrels sung.