Robert Kirkland Kernighan
Mary Ann Is Coming Home - Poem by Robert Kirkland Kernighan
Mary Ann is coming home
Coming home to-night,
Daddy 's gone away to fetch her
Make her old home bright.
For a farmer all the summer
She 's been working hard,
And a purse of thirty dollars
Has been her reward.
She will bring it all to mother ;
She 's as good as wheat ;
Was there ever such another?
Make her bed-room neat !
Put a flow'r pot in her window ;
Make her pillows soft ;
She has hungered for home-coming
Many times and oft ;
Roast some apples in the ashes :
Put the kettle on ;
We will wait to make her welcome,
If we wait till dawn.
Mother, here 's your Sunday apron,
Ironed smooth and bright ;
Children, wash your faces someone 's
Coming home to-night.
We will hear poor daddy's wagon
When it 's on the ridge ;
And if not we 'll surely hear it
When it strikes the bridge.
Hester Jennie ! lay the table ;
Put ma's china down :
Move as quick as you are able :
Make the biscuits brown ;
Roast some chestnuts on the fender,
Make that lamp glass bright,
For our sister, sweet and tender,
Comes to us to-night.
Dad will drive you know he rarely
Ever misses meals.
Nero 's barking in the orchard ;
There ! I hear the wheels !
Leave the kitchen door wide open ;
Hear the wagon roll !
Listen ! that was Dolly's signal
Calling to her foal.
Hark ! a rustling in the lilacs,
Ah, I hope I 'm right
Mary Ann! is this our darling?
Welcome home to-night !
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