The ways of the world are a-coming -- up Cyarr! Biled shirts and neckties, Powder-pots and veils, Pizen fotched-on liquor, Doctor-pills, and ails -- Hit's a sight, all the brash that's a-coming -- up Cyarr! The ways of the mountains are passing -- up Cyarr! Moonshine stills and manhood, Gear to weave and spin, Good old Reg'lar Baptists Preaching hell for sin. Far'well to the old ways a-passing -- up Cyarr! The ways of the world will be holding -- up Cyarr! Sorry ways, the old ways, They've a call to go. Only, when you're grave-bound, Changing's allus slow. Old folks will bide by the old ways -- up Cyarr. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...SORROWING LOVE by KATHERINE MANSFIELD THE LONESOME CHILD by KATHERINE MANSFIELD MOUNTAIN PICTURES: 2. MONADNOCK FROM WACHUSETT by JOHN GREENLEAF WHITTIER HOPE PREFERRED by LOUISA SARAH BEVINGTON THE HOPELESS PASSION by BERTON BRALEY HERITAGE by LAURA HELENA BROWER THE SHEPHERD'S PIPE: FIFTH ECLOGUE; TO HIS FRIEND CHRISTOPHER BROOKE by WILLIAM BROWNE (1591-1643) |