Sidney Lanier ( )

Joness Porvate Argyment

That air same Jones, which lived in Jones,
He had this pint about him:
Hed swear with a hundred sighs and groans,
That farmers MUST stop gittin loans,
And git along without em:

That bankers, warehousemen, and sich
Was fattnin on the planter,
And Tennessy was rotten-rich
A-raisin meat and corn, all which
Drawd money to Atlanta:

And the only thing (says Jones) to do
Is, eat no meat thats boughten:
`But tear up every I, O, U,
And plant all corn and swear for true
To quit a-raisin cotton!

Thus spouted Jones (whar folks could hear,
-- At Court and other gatherins),
And thus kep spoutin many a year,
Proclaimin loudly far and near
Sich fiddlesticks and blatherins.

But, one all-fired sweatin day,
It happened I was hoein
My lower corn-field, which it lay
Longside the road that runs my way
Whar I can see whats goin.

And ater twelve oclock had come
I felt a kinder faggin,
And laid myself unneath a plum
To let my dinner settle sum,
When long come Joness waggin,

And Jones was settin in it, SO:
A-readin of a paper.
His mules was goin powerful slow,
Fur he had tied the lines onto
The staple of the scraper.

The mules they stopped about a rod
From me, and went to feedin
Longside the road, upon the sod,
But Jones (which he had tuck a tod)
Not knowin, kept a-readin.

And presently says he: Hits true;
That Clisbys head is level.
Thars one thing farmers all must do,
To keep themselves from goin tew
Bankruptcy and the devil!

More corn! more corn! MUST plant less ground,
And MUSTNT eat whats boughten!
Next year theyll do it: reasonins sound:
(And, cotton will fetch bout a dollar a pound),
THARFORE, ILL plant ALL cotton!

Sidney Lanier's other poems:
  1. On Huntingdons "Miranda"
  2. Laus Mariae
  3. Resurrection
  4. My Springs
  5. A Birthday Song

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