James Whitcomb Riley

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

James Whitcomb Riley Poems

401. A Song Of Singing 4/9/2010
402. A Song Of Long Ago 4/9/2010
403. A Song 4/9/2010
404. A Scrawl 4/9/2010
405. A Rough Sketch 4/9/2010
406. A Prospective Visit 4/9/2010
407. A Poet's Wooing 1/3/2003
408. A Passing Hail 1/3/2003
409. A Parting Guest 1/4/2003
410. A Parent Reprimanded 4/9/2010
411. A' Old Played-Out Song 4/9/2010
412. A Noted Traveler 4/9/2010
413. A Noon Interval 1/3/2003
414. A New Year's Time At Willards's 4/9/2010
415. A New Year's Plaint 4/9/2010
416. A Monument For The Soldiers 4/9/2010
417. A Masque Of The Seasons 4/9/2010
418. A Man Of Many Parts 4/9/2010
419. A Lounger 4/9/2010
420. A Liz Town Humorist 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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