And Then, For An Old

When Folks Find I Ain't Afeard To Speak My Mind On Their Affairs, They Kinder Guess I'm Tellin' The Truth About My Own.

Hark! I Hear The Tramp Of Thousands, And Of Armèd Men The Hum; Lo, A Nation's Hosts Have Gathered Round The Quick Alarming Drum Saying, Come, Freemen, Come! Ere Your Heritage Be Wasted, Said The Quick Alarming Drum.

But, When The Goddess' Work Is Done,the Woman's Still Remains.

Never A Tear Bedims The Eye That Time And Patience Will Not Dry.

A Bird In The Hand Is A Certainty, But A Bird In The Bush May Sing.