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A MORMON SONG |
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USED to live on Cottonwood and owned a little farm, I was called upon a mission that gave me much alarm; The reason that they called me, I'm sure I do not
know. But to hoe the cane and cotton, straightway I must go-
I yoked up Jim and Baldy, all ready for the start; To leave my farm and garden, it almost broke my
heart; But at last we got started, I cast a look behind, For the sand and rocks of Dixie were running
through my mind.
Now, when we got to Black Ridge, my wagon it
broke down, And I, being no carpenter and forty miles from
town,— I cut a clumsy cedar and rigged an awkward slide, But the wagon ran so heavy poor Betsy couldn't ride.
While Betsy was out walking I told her to take care, When all of a sudden she struck a prickly pear, Then she began to hollow as loud as she could
bawl,— If I were back in Cottonwood, I wouldn't go at all.
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