Nye and Riley's Wit and Humor — His First Womern

[Illustration] I buried my first womern In the spring; and in the fall I was married to my second, And haint settled yit at all?

-- Fer I'm allus thinkin'--thinkin' Of the first one's peaceful ways, A-bilin' soap and singin' Of the Lord's amazin' grace.

And I'm thinkin' of her, constant, Dyin' carpet-chain and stuff, And a-makin' up rag-carpets, When the floor was good enough!

And I mind her he'p a-feedin' And I recollect her now A-drappin' corn, and keepin' Clos't behind me and the plow!

And I'm allus thinkin' of her Reddin' up around the house;

Er cookin' fer the farm-hands;

Er a-drivin' up the cows.

-- And there she lays out yender By the lower medder-fence, Where the cows was barely grazin', And they're usin' ever sence.

And when I look acrost there-- Say its when the clover's ripe, And I'm settin', in the evenin', On the porch here, with my pipe, And the _other'n_ hollers "Henry!"

-- W'y, they ain't no sadder thing Than to think of my first womern And her funeral last spring Was a year ago.