How Betsey and I Made Up

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GIVE us your hand, Mr. Lawyer: how do you do to-day?



You drew up that paper-I s’pose you want your pay.

Don’t cut down your figures; make it an X or a V;

For that ‘ere written agreement was just the makin’ of me.



Goin’ home that evenin’ I tell you I was blue,

Thinkin’ of all my troubles, and what I was goin’ to do;

And if my hosses hadn’t been the steadiest team alive,

They’d ‘ve tipped me over, certain, for I couldn’t see where to drive.



No-for I was laborin’ under a heavy load;

No-for I was travelin’ an entirely different road;

For I was a-tracin’ over the path of our lives ag’in,

And seein’ where we missed the way, and where we might have been.



And many a corner we’d turned that just to a quarrel led,

When I ought to ‘ve held my temper, and driven straight ahead;

And the more I thought it over the more these memories came,

And the more I struck the opinion that I was the most to blame.



And things I had long forgotten kept risin’ in my mind,

Of little matters betwixt us, where Betsey was good and kind;

And these things flashed all through me, as you know things

sometimes will

When a feller’s alone in the darkness, and every thing is still.



“But,” says I, “we’re too far along to take another track,

And when I put my hand to the plow I do not oft turn back;

And ’tain’t an uncommon thing now for couples to smash in two;”

And so I set my teeth together, and vowed I’d see it through.



When I come in sight o’ the house ’twas some’at in the night,

And just as I turned a hill-top I see the kitchen light;




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