ALL my feelin's in the Spring Gits so blame contrary, I can't think of anything Only me and Mary! "Me and Mary!" all the time, "Me and Mary!" like a rhyme, Keeps a-dingin' on till I'm Sick o' "Me and Mary!" "Me and Mary! Ef us two Only was together -- Playin' like we used to do In the Aprile weather!" All the night and all the day I keep wishin' thataway Till I'm gittin' old and gray Jes' on "Me and Mary!" Muddy yit along the pike Sence the Winter's freezin', And the orchard's back'ard-like Bloomin' out this season; Only heerd one bluebird yit -- Nary robin ner tomtit; What's the how and why of it? 'Spect it's "Me and Mary!" Me and Mary liked the birds -- That is, @3Mary@1 sort o' Liked 'em first, and afterwards, W'y, I thought @3I'd@1 ort 'o. And them birds -- ef Mary stood Right here with me, like she should -- They'd be singin', them birds would, All fer me and Mary. Birds er not, I'm hopin' some I can git to plowin'! Ef the sun'll only come, And the Lord allowin', Guess to-morry I'll turn in And git down to work ag'in; This here loaferin' won't win, Not fer me and Mary! Fer a man that loves, like me, And 's afeard to name it, Till some other feller, he Gits the girl -- dad-shame-it! Wet er dry, er cloud er sun -- Winter gone er jes' begun -- Outdoor work fer me er none, No more "Me and Mary!" | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE FAT LADY by HAYDEN CARRUTH TO MARY IN HEAVEN by ROBERT BURNS THE SLAVE MOTHER by FRANCES ELLEN WATKINS HARPER AIR: 'CAPTAIN JINKS' by FRANKLIN PIERCE ADAMS THE BLIND ASTRONOMER by THOMAS ASA THE LOVE SONNETS OF PROTEUS: 66. THE THREE AGES OF WOMAN: 1 by WILFRID SCAWEN BLUNT |