And if ever we meet in heaven, I wouldn’t think it queer
If we loved each other the better because we’ve quarreled here.
[¹] From “Farm Ballads.” Copyright 1873, 1882, by Harper & Brothers.
GONE WITH A HANDSOMER MAN.[¹]
(FROM “FARM BALLADS.”)
John.
’VE worked in the field all day, a plowin’ the “stony streak;”
I’ve scolded my team till I’m hoarse; I’ve tramped till my legs are weak;