4i> THE FOGY DAYS AND NOAV J 



You had your faults and had good traits, 

 Were faithful in our distress, 



Were tiue to us in time of war, 

 Left in charge of our business. 



A happier people ne'er was known. 

 Than the old-time Sunny South, 



Including slavery in its bonds, 

 Subject of so much Yankee mouth 



THE CORN SHUCKING. 



But best of all he loved to sing, 

 And in song indeed was gifted, 



The field and wood he made to ring. 

 Belly full, into song he drifted. 



His gala time — the corn shucking— 

 No cards needed to bring him in ; 



As sun went down could hear him shout, 

 For he was coming to the binn. 



When full gathered, a motley crew, 

 They would come from many a mile, 



Without regard to sex or size, 

 Would gather around a corn pile. 



First choose their leaders for the fray. 

 And then the leaders pick their sides, 



The pile of corn is struck in half, 



Over which each captain now presides. 



Word given then a rip of shucks, 

 The ears go flying o'er the pile, 



Shucks are pushed back to the rear, 

 The captain cheering all the while. 



Each leader walks on top the pile, 

 Midst the showering ears of corn, 



They walk and shout and lead the song, 

 And far away their songs are borne. 



