Uncle Bill’s Farmin’

Uncle Bill’s Farmin’.
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Ole Uncle Bill wuz a shiftless cuss,
Sunflowers usually took his outs:
His tater crop wus usu’lly dug,
Half by hisself an’ half by his shoats.
When he reaped his grain all foul with weeds,
He’d twist up a bunch and laughin’, sаy,
“Well, durn my luck, that’s pretty poor truck;
But cattle ‘ll eat it anyways Yes, cattle ‘ll eat it.”

When the sun shone bright be out his hay,
But it always rained ‘fore he got it up;
So it all turned black, an’ the deuce to pay:
But joy still flowed in the old man’s cup.
He’d say, “O, well, it’ll have to pass
A hoss wouldn’t call the stuff first class -But cattle ‘ll eat it.”

Well, old Uncle Bill cashed in at last,
Cheerful still as he passed away.
Sald he, “Have the Jones gals come and sing,
And the parson to preach a bit, and pray:
Then bury me out where the ground birds nest,
And the bees hum loud in the medder lot:
Let the crab grass wave o’er my quiet grave;
And I don’t care whether it’s mowod.or not.
Cattle ‘ll eat it.”
C.L. Edson.