Amanuensis Monday - Grandma Hill's Poetry, Week 11

BARKER

 

Hiya boys, whadaya say?

Bets all made for the game today?

All make money,

All get rich.

Then call other guys

"Son of a bitch."

 

Step up boys, make your bets,

Make a couple dollars outa 35 cents.

Make a little money,

Spend it on beer,

Go out and find some little dear.

 

Come on boys, dig down deep,

Hey, there, hey, rent ain't that steep.

'Sides, you get payments,

Win every time,

Hey there, boys, spend another dime!

 



Nancy Jane Wiley Hill (1875-1960) was always writing something.  Many of those poems are now in the possession of her granddaughter Shirley Kern.  Shirley, with the help of her sister-in-law Ruth Ormsby, transcribed these poems in 1996 for a Hill-Ormsby-Kern family reunion.  I am going to post many of these poems so that they may be enjoyed by all.

These are copyright 1996 and reprinted with permission.