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Chapter Fourteen

APPENDIX B

WHEN IT'S NIGHTTIME IN NEVADA

When the golden sun is slowly sinking
Down behind the mountains to the west,
Of you then, sweetheart, I'm always thinking
Just fashioning the dreams I loved the best.

When it's nighttime in Nevada, I'm dreaming

Of the old days on the prairie and you.
I miss you when the campfire is gleaming
And I wonder if you miss me, too.

I can see the great divide

And the trails we used to ride,
The only bit of heaven I knew.

When it's nighttime in Nevada I'm dreaming

Of the old days on the prairie and you.

I'M GOIN' HOME [or HOMESICK]

I'm going home, Knock at the door.
Home, roam never more.
Home, Where I belong.

I'm going home, back on the farm,

Home, free from all harm.
Home, I've got the home again blues.

I miss the cozy little shack and the little red school.

Daddy on the back of a funny old mule.
"God Bless Our Home" on the wall.

The fields of clover,

they seem to say "Why don't you come over?
Give us a call."

I miss the cows and the chickens and the apple tree shady,

I miss that little old lady.
Do you wonder why I'm Home sick?

"Homesick"[Uncle Dick's version]

I'm goin' home, down on the farm; home where I belong;

I'm goin' home, Roamin' no more; home, knock on that door; I'm goin' home.

I miss the horses and the pigs and the little red school;

Daddy on the back of a funny old mule;
The 'God Bless Our Home' on the wall;
That field of clover; It seems to say why don't you come over? Give us a call;

I miss the cows and the chickens and the apple tree shady,

I miss that little old lady; Now you wonder why I'm Homesick?

MOTHER DEAR by O. A. "Bert" Whitaker

I'M GOING BACK TO WHERE I COME FROM

I'm Going Back To Where I Come From,

Where the honey suckle smells so sweet, it durn near makes you sick,
I used to think my life was humdrum, but I sure did learn a lesson that is bound to stick.

I used to go down to the station

Every evening just to watch that Pullman train come rollin' in,
And then one night that great temptation
Got the best of me and led me to a life of sin.

I took my hat and fourteen dollars

And I met with all the troubles that in this life always follows
When you're rich and huntin' romance,
But my huntin' days are over, I can tell you that!

I met a man in Kansas City and he winked at me

And asked me if I'd like to look around,
And I said "Yup! That's what I'm here fur!"
And he said he'd take me to the hottest spots in town.

He mentioned things he'd have to fix up, so he took my fourteen dollars

But there must have been a mixup.
He's been gone since Thursday evening
And I got a hunch I'll never see that guy no more!

I'm Going Back To Where I Come From

Where the Honeysuckle smells so sweet, it durn near makes you sick.

When I grow old and have a grandson, I'll tell 'bout my romance and I'll watch his eyes bug out,

But chances are, he won't believe me And he'll do the same durn thing when he grows up, no doubt.
But he can't say, I didn't warn him What would happen
If he meets up with that city guy, gol durn him.

Goin' Back To Where I Come From

Where the mocking bird is singing in the lilac bush.

AND THE BLOW ALMOST KILLED FATHER

Pa, he had an old gray horse that had the hoppocatus- way down in its thorax;

He stuck a gas pipe down its throat and filled it full of borax;
He said, now you hold on this end while I blow on the other;
Well, Pa he blowed and the horse he coughed, and the blow almost killed father!

A skunk came into our backyard, Pa thought it was a kitty;
With two white stripes down its back, which Pa thought very pretty;
He said, I'm determined to tame that cat, if it isn't too much bother;
Well, he made a grab and you can guess the rest, for the blow almost killed father!

The boys and I we snuck a can and drank it in the parlor;
When Pa come home and smelt that rum, you should have heard him holler;
He said why didn't you save me some, we said it was too much bother;
Well, he went downtown but the joints were closed, and the blow almost killed father!

BILL McCLUSKEY

Oh, Bill McCluskey, big and husky, healthy handsome lad;

Bill McCluskey had, a pretty little girl by the name of Pearl;
Bill McCluskey, big and husky, had it awful bad-
For when it came time to marry her, he said to his brother Jim:

Oh, Y-y-y-you tell her, cause I-I-I- stutter, and someday I know I'll get in dutch;

Tr-r-r-y and help a fella, G-g-g-go and tell her that I have bought a ring and such;
I've s-s-s-saved a pile of dough, to b-b-b-buy a bungalow;
Then we'll raise a lot of ch-ch-chi, raise a lot of chickens!

Every time he gets to speakin', the darn old steam just gets to leakin'!
Oh, y-y-y-you tell her, Oh y-y-y- you tell her, cause I stutter too much!

GRANDFATHER'S CLOCK

My grandfather's clock was too large for the shelf, so it stood ninety years on the floor;
It was taller by half than the old man himself, though it weighed not a penny-weight more;
It was bought on the morn of the day that he was born,
And was always his pleasure and pride;
But it stopped short, never to go again, when the old man died.

Ninety years without slumbering, tick-tock, tick-tock,
It's life seconds numbering, tick-tock, tick-tock;
Oh, it stopped short never to go again, when the old man died.

GOOD MORNIN' MERRY SUNSHINE

Good mornin' merry sunshine; good mornin' trees and birds;

A pleasant smile will always chase away the angry words.

I DON'T WANT TO GO HOME

I don't want to go home, I don't want to go home,

I'm in love with a beautiful nurse.

WHEN THE RED, RED ROBIN COMES BOB, BOB, BOBBIN' ALONG

Wake up, wake up, you sleepyheads;

Get up, get up, get outta bed;
Cheer up, cheer up, the sun is red;
Live, love, laugh and be happy!

When the red, red, robin comes bob, bob, bobbin' along!

What if I've been blue,

still I'm walkin' thru
fields of flowers;
Rains may glisten,
but still I listen
for hours and hours;

I'm just a kid again, doin' what I did again, down on the farm

When the red, red, robin comes bob, bob, bobbin' along!

JUST A WEARYIN' FOR YOU

THE PREACHER WENT A-HUNTIN'

Oh, de Preacher went a huntin'; 'twas on a Sunday morn.

It was against his religion, but he took his gun along.
He shot himself some very fine quail, and a nice big meaty hare,
Returnin' home, down the trail, he met a great big grizzly bear!

He climbed up in a persimmon tree and crawled out on a limb,

He cast his eyes to the Lord in the skies, and this is what he said to him:

Oh-O Lord, didn't you deliver Dan'l from the Lion's Den,

Also deliver Noah from the belly of the whale, and then
Three Hebrew Chillun from the fiery furnace, as the Good Book do declare,
Oh, Lord, if you can't help me, for goodness sake, Don't you help that bear!

Well, the preacher stayed up in that tree, I guess it was all night,

But about this time, that limb come loose, and the Preacher come tumblin' down
You should a-seen him get his razor out before he hit the ground.

He hit the ground a cuttin' right and left and put up a pretty good fight,

But that bear hugged that Preacher, he hugged him just a little too tight.
Now, he cast his eyes to the Lord in the skies, and once more said to him:

Oh-O Lord, didn't you deliver Dan'l from the Lion's Den,

Also deliver Noah from the belly of the whale, and then
Three Hebrew Chillun from the fiery furnace, as the Good Book do declare,
Oh, Lord, if you can't help me, for goodness sake, Don't you help that bear!

THEY ALWAYS, ALWAYS PICK ON ME

When I was born my Pa and Ma,

They looked at me and said, Oh shaw!
The doctor said, It's a girl, I think;
And Pa he went out for a drink.

They always, always pick on me;

They never, never let me be.
I'm so lonesome and so sad,
It's been a long, long time since I've been glad;

But I know what I'll do by and by;

I'll eat a worm and then I'll die!
And when I'm gone, you wait and see;
Oh, They'll all be sorry that they picked on me!/p>

LA PALOMA (The Dove) (Eilene and I used to sing this as a duet!)

The day that I left my home for the rolling sea;

I said, Mother dear, Oh pray to thy God for me;
And ere we sailed, I went a fond leave to take;
Of Nira, who wept as if her poor heart would break;

Nira, If I should die and o'er ocean's foam;

Someday a dove should fluttering to thee come.
Open thy lattice dearest for it will be,
My faithful soul that loving comes back to thee.

Chorus:

Oh, a life on the sea; singing joyful and free!

Oh, oh, oh,oh, we are going-
No one so gay as we!

And when I come home from Nira to part no more;

I'll rest with my mother dear on her native shore;
Adieu to the ship, adieu to the changing sea;
Then home where with loved ones ever content I'll be.

Then comes that day, that happy and blessed day;

Chasing all sorrows, sadness and cares away;
Nira, so dear, all smiles will be at my side;
Nira, so fair, will be my own blushing bride. Repeat chorus

WHO'S SORRY NOW?

Who's sorry now? Who's sorry now?

Whose heart is aching for breaking each vow?
Who's sad and blue? Who's crying too?
Just like I cried over you.

Right to the end, just like a friend;

I tried to warn you somehow.
You had your way, now you must pay.
I'm sad that you're sorry now.

UNCLE DICK REMEMBERS SOME OF THE SONGS SUNG BY MOM AND DAD [Sent from Kiribati, 2004]

Another one of which I don't remember all the words is:

"She Stopped To Powder Her Nose." I think Tom has or knows the words to all the verses.

Another one is "Roamin' Bill."

Roamin' Bill was single, had no home you know.

Anywhere, everywhere, Bill would roamin' go.
..(I don't recall all the words, but I think Tom also has them.)

Then there's the one about Pat, Mike, and Mustard- and their dreams?

Also, I recall "Bill Grogan's Goat,"

"Grandfather's Clock,"
"Arkansas Traveler,"
and "I'm Lookin' Over a Four Leaf Clover."

Or maybe those were ones I learned in Grade School or at MIA.

How about "I'll Take You Home Again, Kathleen?"

Wasn't that one of Mom's favorites? She loved to hear Dad sing it and I did too!

Dad also sang "Goin' Home,"

"The Holy City,"
and "When You and I Were Young, Maggie!"

Then there are the Stephen Foster Negro Spirituals:

"Old Black Joe,"
"Swing Low Sweet Chariot,"
"Swannee River."

Then there is "Old Man River."

I loved to hear you sing that along with
"That Lucky Old Sun."

I'm sure there are many more, but those are the ones that come to mind.

By the way, where did Dad get all those old songs from?
Did his Dad sing them to him? It would be interesting to know where they originated.

P.S. I am including a brief summary of Benjamin Franklin's quotations which I called "Gleanings from Poor Richard's Almanac." I thought you might find it interesting and timely, considering the pursuit of so many today for a life of leisure and one free from care. What was it Nephi warned us of: "All is well in Zion."(2 Nephi 28:21)?

GLEANINGS FROM POOR RICHARD'S ALMANAC - (1732 - 1757)

by Benjamin Franklin (1706-1790)

The Way To Wealth

Taxes laid on by the government are indeed very heavy,

and if those were the only ones we had to pay,
we might more easily discharge them;
but we have many others, and much more grievous to some of us.

We are taxed twice as much by our Idleness,

three times as much by our Pride,
and four times as much by our Folly,
and from these taxes the Commissioners cannot ease or deliver us by allowing an abatement.

God helps them that help themselves, as Poor Richard says.

It would be thought a hard Government that should tax its people
one tenth part of their Time, to be employed in its service.

But Idleness taxes many of us much more,

if we reckon all that is spent in absolute Sloth,
or doing of nothing, with that which is spent in idle Employments or Amusements,
that amount to nothing. Sloth, by bringing on diseases, absolutely shortens life./p>

Sloth like Rust, consumes faster than Labour wears,

while the used Key is always bright, as poor Richard says.
But dost thou love Life, then do not squander Time,
for that's the Stuff Life is made of.

How much more than is necessary do we spend in Sleep!

Forgetting that the sleeping Fox catches no Poultry,
and that there will be no sleeping enough in the Grave,
as poor Richard says.

If Time be of all things the most precious,

wasting Time must be, the greatest Prodigality,
since Lost Time is never found again;
and what we call Time enough, always proves little enough.

Let us then by up and doing, and doing to the Purpose;

so by Diligence shall we do more with less Perplexity.
Sloth makes all things difficult, but Industry all easy;
and he that rises late, must trot all Day,
and shall scarce overtake his Business at Night.
While Laziness travels so slowly, that Poverty soon overtakes him.

Drive thy Business, let not that drive thee;

and Early to Bed and Early to Rise, makes a Man healthy, wealthy, and wise.
So what signifies wishing and hoping for better Times?
We may make these Times better if we bestir ourselves.

Industry need not wish, as poor Richard says,

and He that lives upon Hope will die fasting.
There are no Gains without Pains.
He that hath a Trade hath an Estate
and He that hath a Calling, hath an office of Profit and Honour;
but then the Trade must be worked at, and the Calling well followed,
or neither the Estate nor the Office will enable us to pay our taxes.

If we are Industrious we shall never starve;

for as poor Richard says, At the Working Man's house Hunger looks in, but dares not enter.
Nor will the Bailiff or the Constable enter,
for Industry pays debts, while Despair increaseth them.

What though you have found no Treasure, nor has any rich Relation left you a Legacy,

Diligence is the mother of Good Luck and God gives all things to Industry.
Then plough deep while Sluggards sleep, and you shall have Corn to sell and to keep,
says poor Dick.

Work while it is called Today,

for you know not how much you may be hindered Tomorrow.
One Today is worth two Tomorrows;
and farther, have you got somewhat to do Tomorrow, do it Today.

If you were a Servant, would you not be ashamed that a good Master should catch you idle?

Are you then your own Master, be ashamed to catch yourself idle,
as poor Dick says.

When there is so much to be done for yourself,

your Family, your Country, and your gracious King [God], be up by Peep of Day.
Let not the Sun look down and say, Inglorious here he lies.
There is much to be done, but stick to it steadily, and you will see great Effects,
for Constant Dropping wears away Stones, and by Diligence and Patience
the Mouse ate in two the Cable; and little Strokes fell great Oaks.

Methinks I hear some of you say, Must a Man afford Himself no Leisure?

I will tell thee, my Friend, what poor Richard says,
Employ thy Time well if thou meanest to gain Leisure;
and since thou art not sure of a Minute, throw not away an Hour.

Leisure, is Time for doing something Useful;

this Leisure the diligent Man will obtain, but the Lazy Man never;
so that, as poor Richard says, a Life of Leisure and a Life of Laziness are two Things.

Do you imagine that Sloth will afford you more Comfort than Labour?

No, for as Poor Richard says, Trouble springs from Idleness,
and grievous Toil from needless Ease.

But with our Industry, we must likewise be steady,

settled, and careful, and oversee out own Affairs with our own Eyes,
and not trust too much to others.

Remember Learning is to the Studious,

Riches to the Careful,
Power to the Bold, and Heaven to the Virtuous.

If you would have a faithful Servant,
and one that you like,
serve Yourself.

Also, a little Neglect may breed great Mischief.
For want of a Nail the Shoe was lost;
for want of a Shoe the Horse was lost;
and for want of a Horse the Rider was lost, being overtaken and slain by the Enemy,
all for want of care about a Horse Shoe Nail.

To Industry and Attention to one's own business, we must add Frugality.

A Man may, if he knows not how to save as he gets,
keep his nose all his life to the grindstone,
and die not worth a groat at last.

If you would be wealthy, think of Saving as well as of Getting.

Always taking out of the Meal-Tub and never putting in, soon comes to the bottom;
then as poor Dick says, When the Well's dry, they know the worth of water.
If you would know the value of money, go and try to borrow some;
for he that goes a borrowing goes a sorrowing.

Many estates are spent in the Getting,

Since Women for Tea forsook Spinning and Knitting,
And Men for Punch forsook Hewing and Splitting.

What maintains one Vice, would bring up two children.

You may think, perhaps, that a little Tea or a little Punch now and then,
Diet a little more costly, clothes a little finer,
and a little entertainment now and then can be no great matter;

but remember what poor Richard says,

Beware of little expenses - a small leak will sink a great ship
and who dainties love shall beggars prove.
Tis easier to suppress the first Desire, than to satisfy all that follow it.

Remember also what poor Richard says,
Buy what you hast no need of,
and ere long thou shalt sell thy Necessaries.
At a great pennyworth [sale or bargain] pause a while.
The Cheapness may be apparent only and not real;
or the Bargain, by straitning [jeopardize] thee in thy Business,
may do thee more Harm than Good.

Regarding Credit, poor Richard says, When you run in debt for superfluities

[to gratify pride or vanitył you give to another, Power over your Liberty.
If you cannot pay at the agreed upon time,
you will be ashamed to see your Creditor and you will be in Fear to speak to him;
and you will make poor pitiful sneaking excuses,
and by Degrees come to lose your Veracity, and sink into base downright Lying.

The second Vice is Lying, the first is running in Debt.
The Borrower is a slave to the Lender, and the Debtor to the Creditor.
Disdain the Chain, preserve your Freedom; and maintain your Independency.
Be Industrious and Free; be Frugal and Free.

This doctrine, my friends, is Reason and Wisdom;

but after all, do not depend too much on your own Industry,
and Frugality, and Prudence, though excellent things,
for they may all be blasted without the Blessing of Heaven;

and therefore ask that Blessing humbly, and be not uncharitable to those

that at present seem to want it, but comfort and help them.
Remember Job suffered, and was afterwards prosperous.

In conclusion, Experience keeps a dear School, but Fools will learn in no other,

and scarce in that, for it is true, we may give Advice,
but we cannot give Conduct;
as poor Richard says, They that won't be counseled,
can't be helped and that if you will not hear Reason,
she'll surely rap your knuckles.

Sincerely, Richard Saunders (Poor Richard)

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