The Country Girl.

Free Lance, Volume V, Issue 217, 27 August 1904, Page 16

The Country Girl.

—"Detroit Free Press."

Up in the early morning, Just at the peep of day, Straining the milk in the dairy. Turning the cows away; Sweeping the floor" of the kitchen, Making t'hei beds upstairs, Washing the breakfast dishes, Dusting the parlour chairs. Brushing the crumbs from the pantry, Hunting for eggs at the stack. Cleaning the turnips for dinner, Singing, and thinking of Jack. Spreading the whitened linen, Down on the bushes below, Ransacking up thei gully Where the wild raspberries grow. Starching the "finings" for Sunday, Churning the snowy cream, Rinsing the pails and strainers Down by the running stream; Feeding the geese and turkeys, Making the pumpkin pies, Jogging the little one's cradle, Driving away the flies. Grace in every motion, Music in every tone, Beauty in form and feature, Arms that can hold their own. Cheeks that rival spring roses, Teeth as white as pearls, One? of these country maids is worth A score of your city girls.

There's dozens of remedies mother has tried, If we hadn't been strong, I expect we'd have died. For weeks we'd been moping and swallowing trash, And when there's a lot it walks into the cash. I agree with my Dad, who says " Woods is a brick For showing the world how to cure a cold quick ; No need to be laid up for weeks, when you may Take Pkppermint Cuke, and be well in a day.