Pap

Us children on last New Year's night
All in the kitchen went
And all put in our little mite
The off to town we went

A chair we got all made of wood
A present to you we make
To one who always does us good
Such as putting silver on our plate.

When in this chair sit where you please
And in your office too
With your feet upon your desk with ease
Like Petrolium Nasbey do.

At the table in this chair you'll feel
Like one on satin or silk
And while others partake of potatoes and veal
You can eat your mush and milk.

Lydia

New years day after you had gone away
I believe it was New Year's night
Our family and we all did agree
We all thought it just and right.

There was Rast and Mary and Albert and Sarah
All agreed to throw in their mite
And other ones yet there was John and Nett
And Pap and me and Ike.

Meade and Sol wasn't there at all
Like you they had gone away
Your Pap with a grace stepped in their place
Their part he said he would pay.

You have been so good and wise, in taking care of Liz
It was such an accommodation to Jake
You have been so true, have had so much to do
A present of a lounge to you we make

The tick it is made on the lounge it is laid
A pillow is all that is needed more
When you get it home don't let it alone
Till you sit it by the window just behind the door.