Smith, Effie Waller
|SONGS OF THE MONTHS.|
|THE WAGON RIDE. -- A REAL HAPPENING.|
It was on a visit they came,
Four girls from town, (I'll not tell any name)
Out in the country for a merry "spell,"
But how they came, I'm not going to tell.
And when the day they'd almost spent,
Then all their thoughts were homeward bent;
So Sis and I decided to go
And take them "almost" home, you know.
We first proposed to ride horseback,
Then next into a wagon pack;
And to this last we all agreed,
And piled in the wagon grass and weed
To sit on; then we all got in,
And our rough, jolly ride did begin.
Yes, 'twas a jolly wagon-ride,--
None were there but just girls inside
The rough, old jolty wagon-bed,
Just six young girls, as I have said!
Humpty, bumpty, o'er stones we drove,
And anon through a shady grove
Then up the mountain's steep ascent,
Past farm-houses old and quaint.
Thus we merrily jogged along,
Eating apples, and full of songs;
Guessing what our sweethearts would say
If they should meet us upon the way.
Telling jokes and poking fun,
For every one was frolicsome--
'Twas thus we whiled the time away,
And we had a merry ride that day.