De Injun summah's comin', De bees is all froo hummin', De watah-mellon thumbin' ....Has passed long time ago. De ole clock in de kitchen Is tickin' mos' bewitchin', While Gabe is out unhitchin' ....Just kase it looks like snow. De lambs is runnin' over De aftahmath ob clovah, An' yondah comes de drovah; ....I 'spec he' got a yahn About de ole bell-weddah Dat's wand'rin roun' de meddah An' wants ter git togeddah ....Wid de sheep up roun' de bahn. Some days de sun is shinin', Some days de win' is whinin', An' den I'se after fin'in' ....Big pippins on de groun'; De birds hab all stopped singin', Wil' geese is soufward wingin', Jes' look an' see 'em stringin' ....Whar warmah weddah's foun'. De yaller cat is nappin' En layin' roun' an' gappin'; Bimeby he will be slappin' ....Some tom-cat on de wall. Dar's a mellah, yellah glory Kase de yeah is ol' an' ho'ry, An' a melancholy story ....So't o' hangin' roun' us all.
Injun Summah
Song Cycle by Gary Bachlund (b. 1947)
1. Injun Summah  [sung text checked 1 time]
Language: English
Authorship:
- by Benjamin Franklin King (1857 - 1894), no title
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Researcher for this text: Emily Ezust [Administrator]2. The River St. Joe  [sung text checked 1 time]
Language: English
Where the bumblebee sips and the clover is red, And the zephyrs come laden with peachblow perfume, Where the thistle-down pauses in search of the rose And the myrtle and woodbine and wild ivy grows; Where the catbird pipes up and it sounds most divine Off there in the branches of some lonely pine; Oh, give me the spot that I once used to know By the side of the placid old River St. Joe! How oft on its banks I have sunk in a dream, Where the willows bent over me kissing the stream, My boat with its nose sort of resting on shore, While the cat-tails stood guarding a runaway oar; It appeared like to me, that they sort of had some Way of knowing that I would soon get overcome, With the meadow lark singing just over the spot I didn't care whether I floated or not -- Just resting out there for an hour or so On the banks of the tranquil old River St. Joe. Where the tall grasses nod at the close of the day, And the sycamore's shadow is slanting away -- Where the whip-poor-will chants from a far distant limb Just as if the whole business was all made for him. Oh! it's now with my thoughts, flying back on the wings Of the rail and die-away song that he sings, Brings the tears to my eyes that drip off into rhyme, And I live once again in the old summer time; For my soul it seems caught in old time's under-tow And I'm floating away down the River St. Joe.
Authorship:
- by Benjamin Franklin King (1857 - 1894)
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Researcher for this text: Emily Ezust [Administrator]3. The Cow Slips Away  [sung text checked 1 time]
Language: English
The tall pines pine, The pawpaws pause And the bumble-bee bumbles all day; The eavesdropper drops, And the grasshopper hops, While gently the cow slips away.
Authorship:
- by Benjamin Franklin King (1857 - 1894), no title
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Researcher for this text: Emily Ezust [Administrator]4. Gedder in yo' grain  [sung text checked 1 time]
Language: English
De ole plow hoss is busy Breshin' flies off wid his tail, De ole dog's got a move on him Dat's zackly like a snail, De meddeh grass is noddin' I kin hyar de tree toads warnin' "Bettah gedder in yo' grain." Doan yo hyar de frogs a-gurglin' Dar out yondah in de pond? What's de mattah wid de catbird, Doan yo' hyar his voice respond? Ain't de hull of 'em a-tellin' yo' In language mighty plain, "Doan be frivlin' way yo' moments, Bettah gedder in yo' grain." Ain't de bumble bee a-hummin' 'Mongst de clovah tops an flowahs, Whilst de ole clock am a tickin' 'way De minutes an de houahs? Chile, yo's got to be a-hus'lin' To ketch de wisdom train, Doan waste no opportunities, But gedder in yo' grain.
Authorship:
- by Benjamin Franklin King (1857 - 1894), no title
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Researcher for this text: Emily Ezust [Administrator]Total word count: 590