THE CRACKER GIRL. 



On Carolina's hills, my father's flocks 

 Were fed, and I a mountain sprout, 



When wandring fancies filled my head, 

 And I longed to look, look about. 



From South Carolina, a frugal swain. 

 Like Norval from the Grampian hills ; 



Though we left home in times of peace. 

 Our home where sang the whippoorwills. 



Had heard tell of Iron rail-roads, 

 Big towns, of steamers on the sea ; 



Of a great world filled with wonders. 



So a rov-yer were bound to be. 



Had read in books about Columbus, 

 Of Alladdin, in the Arabian Knights, 



Of clever old Robinson Crusoe, 



And of strange and marvelous sights. 



It was talked, away over in Georgia, 

 A mighty town had been designed, 



'Twas bound to be a railroad center, 

 Oodles of trade would be consigned. 



Marthasville the little burg was called, 

 Now as Atlanta was to be known. 



Taken on a high-fa-luten name. 

 Had let out a tuck in her gown. 



