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Sidney Lanier - Jones`s Private Argyment
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That air same Jones, which lived in Jones,
   He had this pint about him:
He`d swear with a hundred sighs and groans,
That farmers MUST stop gittin` loans,
   And git along without `em:

That bankers, warehousemen, and sich
   Was fatt`nin` on the planter,
And Tennessy was rotten-rich
A-raisin` meat and corn, all which
   Draw`d money to Atlanta:

And the only thing (says Jones) to do
   Is, eat no meat that`s boughten:
`But tear up every I, O, U,
And plant all corn and swear for true
   To quit a-raisin` cotton!`

Thus spouted Jones (whar folks could hear,
   — At Court and other gatherin`s),
And thus kep` spoutin` many a year,
Proclaimin` loudly far and near
   Sich fiddlesticks and blatherin`s.

But, one all-fired sweatin` day,
   It happened I was hoein`
My lower corn-field, which it lay
`Longside the road that runs my way
   Whar I can see what`s goin`.

And a`ter twelve o`clock had come
   I felt a kinder faggin`,
And laid myself un`neath a plum
To let my dinner settle sum,
   When `long come Jones`s waggin,

And Jones was settin` in it, SO:
   A-readin` of a paper.
His mules was goin` powerful slow,
Fur he had tied the lines onto
   The staple of the scraper.

The mules they stopped about a rod
   From me, and went to feedin`
`Longside the road, upon the sod,
But Jones (which he had tuck a tod)
   Not knowin`, kept a-readin`.

And presently says he:  "Hit`s true;
   That Clisby`s head is level.
Thar`s one thing farmers all must do,
To keep themselves from goin` tew
   Bankruptcy and the devil!

"More corn! more corn! MUST plant less ground,
   And MUSTN`T eat what`s boughten!
Next year they`ll do it:  reasonin`s sound:
(And, cotton will fetch `bout a dollar a pound),
   THARFORE, I`LL plant ALL cotton!"
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