Treasure Island

James Whitcomb Riley

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

Poems of James Whitcomb Riley

141. Griggsby's Station 4/9/2010
142. Harlie 4/9/2010
143. Has She Forgotten? 4/9/2010
144. He And I 4/9/2010
145. He Called Her In 4/9/2010
146. Heat-Lightning 4/9/2010
147. Her Beautiful Eyes 4/9/2010
148. Her Beautiful Hands 4/9/2010
149. Her Face And Brow 4/9/2010
150. Her Hair 4/9/2010
151. Her Waiting Face 4/9/2010
152. Herr Weiser 4/9/2010
153. Hik-Tee-Dik! 4/9/2010
154. His Mother 4/9/2010
155. His Mother's Way 4/9/2010
156. His Room 4/9/2010
157. His Vigil 4/9/2010
158. Home At Night 4/9/2010
159. Honey Dripping From The Comb 4/9/2010
160. How Did You Rest, Last Night? 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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