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28 BLUE GRASS BALLADS
And we wrought, with hope, together, In the bracing autumn weather, Buoyant and happy, ardent, young and free.
Then the forest, dark and hoary,
Gave from 'mid its lusty glory The timbers for our little cabin here,
And the neighbors came and " raised " it,
Sweet Sally blessed and praised it, And no other home has ever seemed so dear.
With the years that have been flowing From the fount of time and going,
The cabin home has grown with every day, And the sun is broadly streaming Where were forests, and the gleaming
In the valley, is the harvest's proud array.
Much wealth has come to bless us
And but little to distress us, And the house has grown to be a mansion fair;
Still I find my mem'ry holding
Apart, and fondly folding To itself, the cot I built for Sally there.