| William Stanley Braithwaite, ed. (1878–1962). Anthology of Magazine Verse for 1920. 1920. |
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| The Widow-Man |
| | | Ann Cobb |
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| I’VE brung you my three babes, that lost their Maw a year ago. | |
| Folks claim you are right women, larnd, and fitten for to know | |
| What’s best for babes, and how to raise ’em into Christian men.. | |
| I’ve growed afeared to leave ’em lest the house ketch fire again. | |
| For though I counsel ’em a sight each time I ride to town, | 5 |
| Little chaps get so sleepy-headed when the dark comes down! | |
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| A body can make shift somehow to feed ’em up of days, | |
| But nights they need a woman-person’s foolish little ways | |
| (When all of t’other young things are tucked under mammy’s wing, | |
| And the hoot-owls and the frogs and all the lonesome critters sing). | 10 |
| You’ll baby ’em a little when you get ’em in their gown? | |
Little chaps get so sleepy-headed when the dark comes down!
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