Poetry Archives

Sky’s a-waxin’ grey,
Got to be a-goin’;
Gittin’ on my way,
Where? I ain’t a-knowin’.
Fellers, no more jokes,
Fun an’ frisky greetin’—
So long, all you folks,
Been nice our meetin’.

Sky’s a-growin’ dark,
Have to be a-startin’.
Feeble is the spark,
Pitiful the partin’.
Family an’ all,
Thanks for joy I owe you;
Gotta take my call;
Been sweet to know you.

Sky’s a-mighty black,
Close my heart’s to breakin’.
Lonesome is the track
I must now be takin’.
Lordy, be You nigh,
Now’s my time to prove you . . .
Life, good-bye, good-bye,—
Been grand to love you!