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Decoration Day On The Place

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Title:     Decoration Day On The Place
Author: James Whitcomb Riley [More Titles by Riley]

It's lonesome--sorto' lonesome,--it's a Sund'y-day, to me,
It 'pears-like--more'n any day I nearly ever see!--
Yit, with the Stars and Stripes above, a-flutterin' in the air,
On ev'ry Soldier's grave I'd love to lay a lilly thare.

They say, though, Decoration Days is giner'ly observed
'Most ev'rywhares--espeshally by soldier-boys that's served.--
But me and Mother's never went--we seldom git away,--
In p'int o' fact, we're allus home on Decoration Day.

They say the old boys marches through the streets in colum's grand,
A-follerin' the old war-tunes they're playin' on the band--
And citizuns all jinin' in--and little childern, too--
All marchin', under shelter of the old Red White and Blue.--

With roses! roses! roses!--everybody in the town!--
And crowds o' little girls in white, jest fairly loaded down!--
Oh! don't THE BOYS know it, from theyr camp acrost the hill?--
Don't they see theyr com'ards comin' and the old flag wavin' still?

Oh! can't they hear the bugul and the rattle of the drum?--
Ain't they no way under heavens they can rickollect us some?
Ain't they no way we can coax 'em, through the roses, jest to say
They know that ev'ry day on earth's theyr Decoration Day?

We've tried that--me and Mother,--whare Elias takes his rest,
In the orchurd--in his uniform, and hands acrost his brest,
And the flag he died fer, smilin' and a-ripplin' in the breeze
Above his grave--and over that,--the robin in the trees!

And yit it's lonesome--lonesome!--It's a Sund'y-day, to me,
It 'pears-like--more'n any day I nearly ever see!--
Still, with the Stars and Stripes above, a-flutterin' in the air,
On ev'ry Soldier's grave I'd love to lay a lilly thare.


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