Nancy MacIntyre
I can`t plan just what to do. Saw Tom Frothingham this mornin`, He says Johnson`s gone off, too. My old mother used to tell me, When I lagged at any task, "Keep
I can`t plan just what to do. Saw Tom Frothingham this mornin`, He says Johnson`s gone off, too. My old mother used to tell me, When I lagged at any task, "Keep on working, do no shirking, You will bring the thing to pass." That advice has been my motto: Everything that I`ve begun, I`ve stayed with it, sick or weary, Till the job was squarely done. But this case is kind o` different; Though I ain`t the kind that grieves, How you goin` to work that motto When the job gets up and leaves?
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S`pose, in thinkin` and decidin`, I refuse to do my part;-- Just sit down and let my mem`ry Finish breaking up my heart-- S`pose I give up like a coward, Let the world say I ain`t game, `Cause by leavin` I should forfeit My poor eighty-acre claim.
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