All That's Kentucky; An Anthology - Tapa blanda

This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can usually download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated. 1915 edition. Excerpt: ... KENTUCKY Kentucky! Old Kentucky! With mountain glen and field and fen, And oaks that blend with rhodondend'; With waterfalls and bobwhite calls, And column'd hall with whited walls--I love you best! Kentucky! Fair Kentucky! With pastures green as eye hath seen, And limpid stream that runs between The arching hill and water mill, There standing still, its years to fill--My love's fair dream! Kentucky! My Kentucky! With sons as great as any State, It is thy fate of yore and late To give thy best unto the West, While in the rest thyself art blessed--Thou mother great! Kentucky! Dear Kentucky! I sing thy worth, State of my birth, And boyhood mirth! O sacred earth! The hills I've trod--so help me, God!--Beneath thy sod and goldenrod I'll sleep at last.--Ulysses Grant Foote. FEUD TIME IN KENTUCKY When the dew is on the mountain And the corn is in the still--When the feudist stalks the feudist Through the valley, o'er the hill--When the red is on the forest And the amber's in the wine--When the autumn vespers whisper Through the forest leaf and pine--Through the mountains of Kentucky There's a man behind each rock, With his finger on the trigger And his cheek against the stock. When the bead is on the moonshine, And the summer wanes to fall--Then the feudist takes his rifle From the nail upon the wall; Seeks him out a trusty shelter In the thicket by the road, Puts a funnel in the muzzle, And pours home a heavy load--Oh, the undertaker's busy, When the man behind the rock Gets his finger on the trigger And his face against the stock. When the crack is in the rifle And the smoke is in the blue, There is always something hasty For the coroner to do; All the bards obituary Find a keen demand for verse, And there's grease upon the axle Of the...