Songs Which My Youth Sung
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And then, suppose these scattered leaves Wf^re days we two have shared!
You need not say you counted them; You need not say you cared . . .
Could all the counting-, all the care, Or all my foolish pain Put that one rose together, dear, Or make it bloom again' THE SONGS THAT MY MOTHER SUNG.
Sing me the songs that my mother sung; For the dear old tunes are best, And their words are sweet on my tired tongue; I am weary of all the rest.
Sing one of the songs my mother sung As I nodded by her knee, ...And my drowsy head into slumber swung With that quaint old melody: "Then hang up the fiddle and the bow; Lay down the shovel and the hoe; There 's no more hard work for poor old Uncle Ned, 'Cause he's gone where the good niggers go!" Sing me the songs that my mother sung Before her hair turned white; When her face was as fair as a rose-bud flung On the breeze of a summer night.
Sing me the songs that she used to sing, With a quaver in each tone.
When the summer twilight was vanishing, And the summer day was done: ' ' Down in the cane-brake, close by the mill.
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To quickly assess the difficulty of the text, read a short excerpt:
And then, suppose these scattered leaves Wf^re days we two have shared!
You need not say you counted them; You need not say you cared . . .
Could all the counting-, all the care, Or all my foolish pain Put that one rose together, dear, Or make it bloom again' THE SONGS THAT MY MOTHER SUNG.
Sing me the songs that my mother sung; For the dear old tunes are best, And their words are sweet on my tired tongue; I am weary of all the rest.
Sing one of the songs my mother sung As I nodded by her knee, ...And my drowsy head into slumber swung With that quaint old melody: "Then hang up the fiddle and the bow; Lay down the shovel and the hoe; There 's no more hard work for poor old Uncle Ned, 'Cause he's gone where the good niggers go!" Sing me the songs that my mother sung Before her hair turned white; When her face was as fair as a rose-bud flung On the breeze of a summer night.
Sing me the songs that she used to sing, With a quaver in each tone.
When the summer twilight was vanishing, And the summer day was done: ' ' Down in the cane-brake, close by the mill.
What to read after Songs Which My Youth Sung?
You can find similar books in the "Read Also" column, or choose other free books by Bennett, John C to read onlineMoreLess
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