ALWAYS RIGHT.

DON'T take on so, Hiram,

But do what you're told to do;

It's fair to suppose that yer mother knows

A heap sight more than you.

I'll allow that sometimes her way

Do n't seem the wisest, quite;

But the easiest way,

When she's had her say,

Is to reckon yer mother is right.

Courted her ten long winters,

Saw her to singin’ - school;

When she went down one spell to town,

I cried like a durned ol’ fool;

Got mad at the boys for callin’

When I sparked her Sunday night:

But she said she knew

A thing or two,—

An’ I reckoned yer mother wuz right.

I courted till I wuz aging,

And she wuz past her prime,—

I'd have died, I guess, if she had n't said yes

When I popped f'r the hundredth time.

Said she'd never have took me

If I had n't stuck so tight;

Opined that we

Could never agree,—

And I reckon yer mother wuz right!