We lease twenty acres and one Ginny mule. From the Alabama trust. For half of the cotton and a third of the corn. We get a handful of dust. . We cannot have all things to please us.
The fairest bloom the mountain know. Is not an iris or a wild rose. But the little flower of which I'll tell. Known as the brave agony bell. . Just a simple flower so small and plain.
Leased twenty acres. And one jimmy mule. From the Alabama Trust. Half of cotton, third of corn. Get a hand full of dust. . We cannot have all things pleasin'.