James Whitcomb Riley

(7 October 1849 - 22 July 1916 / Greenfield, Indiana)

Poems of James Whitcomb Riley

341. The Old Trundle-Bed 4/9/2010
342. The Old Year And The New 4/9/2010
343. The Old-Home Folks 4/9/2010
344. The Orchard Lands Of Long Ago 4/9/2010
345. The Passing Of A Heart 4/9/2010
346. The Pathos Of Applause 4/9/2010
347. The Pet Coon 4/9/2010
348. The Pixy People 4/9/2010
349. The Plaint Human 4/9/2010
350. The Quest 4/9/2010
351. The Quiet Lodger 4/9/2010
352. The Raggedy Man 12/31/2002
353. The Rain 4/9/2010
354. The Rainy Morning 4/9/2010
355. The Rambo-Tree 4/9/2010
356. The Rapture of the Year 1/3/2003
357. The Rider Of The Knee 4/9/2010
358. The Ripest Peach 1/3/2003
359. The Rival 1/4/2003
360. The Rose 4/9/2010

Our Hired Girl

1 Our hired girl, she's 'Lizabuth Ann;
2 An' she can cook best things to eat!
3 She ist puts dough in our pie-pan,
4 An' pours in somepin' 'at's good an' sweet;
5 An' nen she salts it all on top
6 With cinnamon; an' nen she'll stop
7 An' stoop an' slide it, ist as slow,
8 In th' old cook-stove, so's 'twon't slop
9 An' git all spilled; nen bakes it, so

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