Benjamin Franklin King (Бенджамин Франклин Кинг)

Her Folks An' Hiz'n

He maird her 'cause she had money an' some
Property left from 'er husband's income;
But both of the families was awfully stirred,
An' said the worst things 'at the town ever heard.
               En her folks an' hiz'n,
               Er hiz'n an' her'n,
               Never spoke to each other,
               From what I can learn.

His folks begun it an' jest said 'at she
Was the worst actin' thing they ever did see;
An' out to be ashamed fer bein' so bold,
'Cause her husband he hadn't had time to get cold.
               En her folks an' hiz'n,
               Er hiz'n an' her'n,
               Never spoke to each other,
               From what I can learn.

Her folks they all set up 'at he was no good,
An' if 'twasn't for her--well, he'd have to saw wood.
Then all of her kin, every blased relation,
Said she'd lowered herself in their estimation.
               So her folks an' hiz'n,
               Er hiz'n an' her'n,
               Never spoke to each other,
               From what I can learn.

The sisters they told--this is 'tween you and I--
'At they thought she wanted her husband to die:
An' they whispered around--but don't you lisp a
   word--
The awfulest things that a soul ever heard.
               So her folks an' hiz'n,
               Er hiz'n an' her'n,
               Never spoke to each other,
               From what I can learn.

They said that a travelin' man er a drummer,
Who stopped at the hotel a long time last summer,
That he--no it wasn't that now--let me see--
That she--er something like that, seems to me.
               Well, her folks an' hiz'n,
               Er hiz'n an' her'n,
               Never spoke to each other,
               From what I can learn.

I hear 'at the families keep up the old fight,
A-roastin' each other from mornin' till night;
But the young maird couple they've moved to the city,
Where gossip don't go; but I think it a pity
               That her folks an' hiz'n,
               An' hiz'n an' her'n,
               Never spoke to each other,
               From what I can learn. 

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4. The Flowers' Ball
5. Benton Harbor, Mich

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