So sweet, so sweet the roses in their blowing. So sweet the daffodils, so fair to see, so blithe and gay the humming-bird a-going from flower to flower, a-hunting with the bee.
He weren't no saint—but at jedgmentI'd run my chance with Jim.'Longside of some pious gentlemenThat wouldn't shook hands with him.He seen his duty, a dead-sure thing—And went for it thar and then;And Christ ain't a-going to be too hardOn a man that died for men.john hay
He were n't no saint but at jedgment I'd run my chance with Jim. 'Longside of some pious gentlemen That wouldn't shook hands with him. He seen his duty, a dead-sure thing And went for it thar and then; And Christ ain't a-going to be too hard On a man that died for men.john hay
Here lies, in a "horizontal" position The "outside" case of Peter Pendulum, watch-maker. He departed this life "wound up" In hopes of being "taken in hand" by his Maker, And of being thoroughly "cleaned, repaired" and "set a-going" In the world to come.Wilson