Vern Rowell druv ’er out—seemed like all night;
’Twas nine afore they come.... He means reel well,
But Will he sez the Rowells ain’t quite right....
She was? She’s led the singin’ awful good;
I never tho’t she’d be baptized; Will sez—
O Willie! Git right off!—He’s clum the wood
Pile; that ’ar’ way he’ll fall—Lan’ sakes, he hez!
Four Mile
Creek