James Whitcomb Riley

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

James Whitcomb Riley Poems

421. A Life-Lesson 1/3/2003
422. A Letter To A Friend 4/9/2010
423. A Leave-Taking 4/9/2010
424. A Home-Made Fairy Tale 4/9/2010
425. A Gustatory Achievement 4/9/2010
426. A Good Man 4/9/2010
427. A Glimpse Of Pan 4/9/2010
428. A Full Harvest 4/9/2010
429. A Fruit Piece 4/9/2010
430. A Feel In The Chris'mas-Air 4/9/2010
431. A Fantasy 4/9/2010
432. A Dream Of Long Ago 4/9/2010
433. A Dream Of Autumn 4/9/2010
434. A Dream 4/9/2010
435. A Dost O' Blues 4/9/2010
436. A Diverted Tragedy 4/9/2010
437. A Ditty Of No Tone 4/9/2010
438. A Discouraging Model 4/9/2010
439. A Delicious Interruption 4/9/2010
440. A Cup Of Tea 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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