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20 BLUE GRASS BALLADS
The summers come and smiling go, And leave the gentle trace
Of health and joy, and beauty's glow Upon thy wholesome face.
A hundred years, dear Tennessee,
And may ten thousand more Bring all the wealth of happiness
That they may have in store, To thee and thine, oh, lovely one!
So shall thy children sing A psalm of praise, a song of love,
And make thy mountains ring. |
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WHEN BEN BRUSH WON THE DERBY.
No fairer, brighter, softer day, Had old Kentucky seen in May; The track was fast, the betting bold, And eager every three-year-old; The quarter stretch was packed, alive, By men, like bees within a hive; The grand stand seemed a vast bouquet Of handsome women, bright and gay, Of brilliant dress, and with the fair Were gallant men, beside them there, When Ben Brush won the Derby. |
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