VIII
Laury’s Lullaby
All day I’d b’en a-cuttin’ wheat
In the drippin’est kind o’ heat,
While Bill he’d drug the road right smart
An’ hed made what he called a start
Out on the forty west the silos
(On the road leadin’ down to Milo’s).
We both was watchin’ th’ evenin’ star,
Sort o’ smokin’ an’ dozin’ thar,
When Laury’s voice begun ter croon