Ben Unger-s wife was dark and small,
With little, round, black eyes;
Ben Unger started at her call,
For Ben had been made wise.
No dirge could crush his spirit but
The one by Annie sung;
No whip-lash ever made could cut
Like Annie Unger-s tongue.
But Annie had a round, red cheek,
A figure like a plum,
And Henderson from up the creek
In courtship sly would come.
Then Annie voiced no angry call,
Here dirge remained unsung,
And very gentle was the fall
Of Annie Unger-s tongue.
Ned Holman went to Ben upon
The hill in Colter-s hay.
He said: -your wife with Henderson
Ran off at ten to-day!â?
Ben stood stock still. -All right!â? said he;
Then with a little laugh:
-That makes us quits at last. -Twas me
That stole his brindle calf!â?
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Edward George Dyson
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Poem topics: dark, red, gentle, wise, small, spirit, laugh, angry, black, Valentine's Day, wife, tongue, Print This Poem , Rhyme Scheme
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