 How Betsy and I Made Up, by Will Carlton, read for LibriVox.org by Andrea Fiori. Give us your hand, Mr. Lawyer. How do you do today? You drew up that paper. I suppose you want your pay. Don't cut down your figures. Make it an X or a V. For that ear-written agreement was just the making of me. Going home that evening, I tell you I was blue, thinking of all my troubles and what I was going to do. And if my hausses hadn't been the steadiest team alive, they'd have tipped me over, certain, for I couldn't see where to drive. No for I was laboring under a heavy load. No for I was travelling an entirely different road. For I was a-tracing over the path of our lives again, and seeing where we missed the way and where we might have been. In many a corner we turned that just to a quarrel led. And I ought to have held my temper and driven straight ahead. And the more I thought it over the more these memories came, and the more I struck the opinion that I was the most to blame. And things I had long forgotten kept rising in my mind, of little matters betwixt us where Betsy was good and kind. And these things flashed all through me, and as you know things sometimes will, when a fellor's alone in the darkness and everything is still. What says I were too far along to take another track, and when I put my hand to the plow, I do not off turn back. And taint an uncommon thing now for couples to smash in, too, and so I set my teeth together and vowed I'd see it through. When I come inside of the house, to a summit in the night, and just as I turn to hill-top I see a kitchen light, which often a handsome picture to a hungry person makes. But it don't interest a fellor much, that's going to pull up stakes. And when I went in the house the table was set for me, as good a supper as I ever saw or ever want to see. And I crammed the agreement down my pocket as well as I could, and fell to eat my vitals, which somehow didn't taste good. And Betsy, she pretended to look about the house, but she watched my sidecoat pocket like a cat would watch a mouse. And then she went to fool in a little with her cup, and intently reading a newspaper, a holding it wrong side up. And when I'd done my supper, I'd draw'd the agreement out, and give it to her without a word, for she know'd what twas about. And then I hummed a little tune, but now and then a note, was busted by some animal that hopped up in my throat. Then Betsy she got her specs from off the mantle shelf, and read the article over quite softly to herself. Read it by little and little, for her eyes is getting old, and Lawyer's writing ain't no print, especially when it's cold. And after she'd read a little she gave my arm a touch, and kindly said she was afraid I was loin' her too much. But when she was through she went for me her face a-streamin' with tears, and kissed me for the first time in over twenty years. I don't know what you'll think, sir, I didn't come to inquire, but I picked up that agreement and stuffed it in the fire. And I told her we'd bury the hatchet alongside of the cow, and we struck an agreement never to have another row. And I told her in the future I wouldn't speak cross or rash, if half the crockery in the house was broken all to smash. And she said, in regards to heaven, we try and learn its worth, by startin' a branch establishment and runnin' it here on earth. And so we sat a-talkin' three-quarters of the night, and opened our hearts to each other until they both grew light. And the days when I was winnin' her away from so many men, was nothing to that evening I courted her over again. Next morning an ancient virgin took pains to call on us, her lamp all trimmed in a burnin' to kindle another fuss. But when she went to pry in and openin' of old sores, my Betsy rose politely and showed her out of doors. Since then I don't deny, but there's been a word or two. But we've got our eyes wide open and we know just what to do. When one speaks cross the other just meets it with a laugh, and the first one's ready to give up considerable more than half. Maybe you'll think me soft, sir, a-talkin' in this style. But somehow it does me lots of good to tell it once in a while. And I do it for a compliment, tis so that you can see, that that there written agreement of yours was just the makin' of me. So make out your bill, Mr. Lawyer, don't stop short of an X. Make it more if you want to, for I have got the checks. I'm richer than a national bank with all its treasures told, for I've got a wife at home now, that's worth her weight in gold. This recording is in the public domain. How Betsy and I Made Up, by Will Carleton. Read for LibriVox.org by David Lawrence. Give us your hand, Mr. Lawyer, how do you do today? You drew up that paper, I suppose you want your pay. Don't cut down your figures, make it an X or a V, for that air-written agreement was just the makin' of me. On home that evening I tell you I was blue, thinkin' of all my troubles and what I was going to do. And if my hausses hadn't been the steadiest team alive, they'd tip me over certain, for I couldn't see where to drive. No, for I was labrin' under a heavy load. No, for I was travelin' an entirely different road. For I was a tracein' over the path of our lives again, and seein' where we missed the way, and where we might have been. And many a corner we turned, that just to a quarrel led, when I ought to have held my temper, and drivin' straight ahead. And the more I thought it over, the more these memories came, and the more I struck the opinion that I was the most to blame. And things I'd long forgotten kept risin' in my mind, of little matters twistus where Bessie was good and kind, and these things flashed all through me, as you know things sometimes will, when a fellor's alone in the darkness and everything is still. But says I, we're too far along to take another track, and when I put my hand to the plow I do not off turn back, and taint an uncommon thing now for couples to smash in two, and so I set my teeth together, and vowed I see it through. When I come in sight of the house, to a summit in the night, and just as I turn to hill-top I see the kitchen light, which often a handsome picture to a hungry person makes, but I don't interest the fellor much that's gone to pull up stakes. And when I went in the house the table was set for me, a supper as good I ever saw or ever want to see, and I crammed the agreement down my pocket as well as I could, and fell to eat in my victuals which somehow didn't taste good. And Bessie she pretended to look about the house, but she watched my side coat pocket like a cat would watch a mouse, and then she went to fool in a little with her cup, and intently reading a paper, a-holding it wrong-side up. And when I done my supper I draw'd the agreement out, and give it to her without a word, for she know'd what was about. And then I hummed a little tune, but now and then a note was busted by some animal that hopped up in my throat. Then Bessie she got her specks from off the mantel shelf, and read the article over quite softly to herself. Read it little by little, for her eyes is getting old, and lawyer's writing ain't no print, especially when it's cold. And after she read a little she give my arm a touch, and kindly said she was afraid I was allowing her too much. But when she was through she went for me, her face a-streamin' with tears, and kissed me for the first time in over twenty years. I don't know what you think, sir, I didn't come to inquire, but I picked up that agreement and stuffed it in the fire. And I told her we'd bury the hatchet alongside of the cow, and we struck an agreement never to have another row. And I told her in the future I wouldn't speak cross or rash if half the crockery in the house was broken all to smash. And she said, in regards to heaven, we try and learn its worth, by startin' a branch establishment and runnin' it here on earth. So we sat a-talkin' three quarters of the night, and opened our hearts to each other, until they both grew light. And the days when I was winnin' her away from so many men, was nothin' to that evenin' I courted her over again. Next mornin' an ancient virgin took pains to call on us, her lamp all trimmed, and a burnin' to kindle another fuss. But when she went to pryin' an openin' of old sores, my Betsy rose politely, and showed her out of doors. Since then I don't deny, but there's been a word or two, but we've got our eyes wide open, and know just what to do. When one speaks cross, the other just meets it with a laugh, and the first one's ready to give up considerable more than half. Maybe you'll think me soft, sir, a-talkin' in this style, but somehow it does me lots of good to tell it once in a while. And I do it for a compliment, too so that you can see that that there written agreement of yours was just the makin' to me. So make out your bill, Mr. Lawyer, don't stop short of an X. Make it for more if you want to, for I have got the checks. I'm richer than a national bank, with all its treasures told, for I've got a wife at home now that's worth her weight in gold. End of poem, this recording is in the public domain. How Betsy and I Made Up, by Will Carlton. Read for LibriVox.org by Donna Stewart, Seattle, Washington. Give us your hand, Mr. Lawyer, how do you do today? You drew up that paper, I suppose you want your pay. Don't cut down your figures, make it an X or a V. For that air written agreement was just the makin' of me. Goin' home that evening, I tell you I was blue, thinkin' of all my troubles and what I was gonna do. And if my horses hadn't been the steadiest team alive, they'd have tipped me over certain, for I couldn't see where to drive. No, for I was labrin' under a heavy load. No, for I was travelin' an entirely different road. For I was a tracein' over the path of our lives again, and seein' where we missed the way, and where we might've been. And many a corner we'd turned that just to a quarrel led when I ought to have held my temper and driven straight ahead. And the more I thought over, the more these memories came, and the more I struck the opinion that I was most to blame. And things I had long forgotten kept rising in my mind of little matters betwixt us where Betsy was good and kind, and these things flashed all through me. As you know, things sometimes will when a fellor's alone in the darkness and everything is still. But, says I, we're too far along to take another track. And when I put my hand to the plow, I do not off turn back. And taint an uncommon thing now for couples to smash in too, so I set my teeth together and vowed I'd see it through. When I come inside of the house to a summit at the night, and just as I turn to hilltop, I see the kitchen light, which often a handsome pitcher to a hungry person makes, but it don't interest a fellor much that's going to pull up stakes. And when I went in the house, the table was set for me. As good a supper as I'd ever saw or ever want to see, and I crammed the agreement down my pocket as well as I could, and fell to eating my vitals, which somehow didn't taste good. And Betsy, she pretended to look about the house, but she watched my sidecoat pocket like a cat would watch a mouse. And then she went to fooling a little with her cup and intently reading a newspaper, holding it wrong side up. And when I'd done my supper, I'd draw the agreement out and give it to her without a word, for she knowed what it was about. And then I hummed a little tune, but now and then a note was busted by some animal that hopped up in my throat. Then Betsy got her specs from off the metal shelf and read the article over quite softly to herself. Read it little by little, for her eyes is getting old and lawyers writing ain't no print, especially when it's cold. And after she'd read a little, she'd give my arm a touch and kindly said, she was afraid I'd slowen her too much. But when she was through, she went for me her face as streaming with tears and kissed me for the first time in over 20 years. I don't know what you'll think, sir. I didn't come to inquire, but I picked up that agreement and stuffed it in the fire. And I told her we'd bury the hatchet alongside of the cow and we struck an agreement never to have another row. And I told her in the future I wouldn't speak cross or rash if half the crockery in the house was broken all to smash. And she said, in regards to heaven, we'd try and learn its worth by starting a branch establishment and running it here on earth. And so we sat and talking three quarters of the night and opened our hearts to each other until they both grew light. And the days when I was winning her away from so many men was nothing to that evening I courted her over again. Next morning an ancient virgin took pains to call on us. Her lamp all trimmed and a-burning to kindle another fuss. But when she went to pry in an opening of old sores, my Betsy rose politely and showed her out of doors. Since then I don't deny, but there's been a word or two, but we've got our eyes wide open and know just what to do. When one speaks cross, the other just meets it with a laugh and the first one's ready to give up considerable more than half. Maybe you'll think me soft, sir, talking in this style, but somehow it does me lots of good to tell it once in a while. And I'd do it for a compliment to so that you can see that that there written agreement of yours was just the makin' of me. So make out your bill, Mr. Lawyer. Don't stop short of an X. Make it more if you want to, for I've got the checks. I'm richer than a national bank with all its treasures told, for I've got a wife at home now that's worth her weight in gold. End of poem. This recording is in a public domain. How Betsy and I made up by Will Kahl, read for LibriVox.org by Ellie May 2009. Give us your hand, Mr. Lawyer. How do you do today? You threw up that paper. I suppose you want your pay. Don't cut down your figures. Make it an X or a V. For here written agreement was just the making of me. Going home that evening, I tell you I was blue, thinking of all my troubles and what I was going to do. And if my horses hadn't been the steadiest team alive, they'd have tripped me over, certain, for I couldn't see where to drive. No, for I was laboring under a heavy load. No, for I was traveling an entirely different road. For I was tracing over the past of our lives again and seeing where we missed the way and where we might have been. And many a corner we turned just to a quarrel led and when I ought to have held my temper and driven straight ahead and the more I sawed it over, the more these memories came and the more I struck the opinion that I was the most to blame. And things I had long forgotten kept rising in my mind of little matters tricksters where Betsy was good and kind. And these things flashed all through me as you know things sometimes well. And when I fell as alone in the darkness and everything is still. But, says I, we are too far along to take another trek and when I put my hand on the blow, I do not often turn back and ain't an uncommon thing now for couples to smash into. And so I set my teeth together and what I'd see it through when I come inside of the house was somewhat in the night. And just as I turned a hilltop, I see the kitchen light which often a handsome picture to a hungry person makes but it don't interest a fella much that's going to pull at steaks. And when I went in the house, the table was set for me as good as I ever saw and ever want to see. I crammed the agreement down my pocket as well as I could and fell to eating my victory which somehow didn't taste good. And Betsy, she pretended to look about the house but she watched my side coat pocket like a cat would watch a mouse. And then she went to fooling a little with her cup and intently reading a newspaper, holding it wrong set up. And when I've done my supper, I draw the agreement out and give it to her without the word for she knows what it was about. And then I hummed a little tune but now I know a note was busted by some animal that hopped up in my throat. Then Betsy, she got the specks from off the mental shelf and read the article over quite softly to herself, read it by little and little for her eyes is getting old and the lawyers writing ain't no print, especially when it's cold. And after she'd read a little, she give my arm a touch and kindly said she was afraid I was loving her too much. And when she was through, she went for me, a face extreme with tears and kissed me for the first time in over 20 years. I don't know what you'll think, sir. I didn't come to inquire but I picked up the agreement and stuffed it in the fire. And I told her with burry the hatchet alongside the cow and we struck an agreement never to have another row. And I told her in the future, I wouldn't speak cross a rash if half the crocker in the house was broken all to smash. And she said in regards to heaven, we try and learn its words by starting a branch establishment and running it here on earth. And so we set a talking three quarters of the night and opened our hearts to each other until the bows collide and the days when I was winning her away from so many men was nothing to that evening I courted her over again. The next morning, an ancient virgin took pains to call on us, her lamp all trimmed and the burning to kindle and other fuss. But when she went to prying and opening old sores, my bed she rose politely and showed her out of doors. Since then I don't deny there's been a word or two but we've got our eyes wide open and know just what to do. When one speaks cross the other just meets it with a laugh and the first one's ready to give up considerably more than a half. Maybe you'll think me soft sir, a talking in this style but somehow it makes me lots of good to tell it once a while and I do it for a compliment. This so that you can see that their written agreement of yours was just the making of me. So make out your bill Mr. Lawyer, don't stop short of an X, make it more if you want to. I've got the checks. I'm richer than a national bank with all its treasures told for I've got the wife at home and her debts worse, her weight in gold. End of poem, this recording is in the public domain. How Betsy and I Made Up, by Will Carlton. Read for LibriVox.org by Eduardo Solis. Give us your hand Mr. Lawyer, how do you do today? You drew up that paper, I suppose you want your pay. Don't cut down your figures, make it an X or a V for that your written agreement was just the making of me. Going home that evening, I tell you I was blue. Thinking of all my troubles and what I was going to do. And if my houses hadn't been the steadiest team alive, they'd have tipped me over certain for I couldn't see where to drive. No, for I was laboring under a heavy load. No, for I was a traveling entirely different road. For I was a tracing over the path of our lives again and seeing where we missed the way and where we might have been. And many a corner we'd turned that just to a quarrel led when I ought to have held my temper and driven straight ahead. And the more I thought it over, the more these memories came and the more I struck the opinion that I was the most to blame. And things I had long forgotten kept rising in my mind of little matters betwixt us where Betsy was good and kind. And these things flashed all through me as you know things sometimes will when it fellers alone in the darkness and everything is still. But says I were too far along to take another track and when I put my hand to the plow I do not off turn back and taint an uncommon thing now for couples to smash in two and so I set my teeth together and vowed I'd see it through. When I come inside of the house with some at in the night and just as I turn to hilltop I see the kitchen light which often the Hampton picture to a hungry person makes but it don't interest the feller much that's gone to put up stakes. And when I went in the house the table was set for me as good as suppers I've ever saw or ever want to see. And I crammed the agreement down my pocket as well as I could and fell to eat my victuals which somehow didn't taste good. And Betsy she pretended to look about the house but she watched my sidecoat pocket like a cat would watch a mouse. And then she went to fool him a little with her cup and intently read in the newspaper a holding it wrong side up. And when I done my supper I draw the agreement out and gave it to her without a word for she know what was about and then I hum the little tune but now and then a note was busted by some animal that hopped up in my throat. Then Betsy she got her specs from off the mantel shelf and read the article over quite softly to herself. Read it little by little for her eyes is getting old and Lawyer's writing ain't no print especially when it's cold. And after she'd read a little she gave my arm a touch and kindly said she was afraid I was lowing her too much but when she was through she went for me or faced a stream with tears and kissed me for the first time in over 20 years. I don't know what you'll think sir I didn't come to inquire but I picked up that agreement and stuffed it in the fire and I told her we'd bury the hatchet alongside of the cow and we struck an agreement never to have another row. I told her in the future I wouldn't speak cross or rash if half the crockery in the house was broken all to smash. And she said in regards to heaven we tried to learn its worth by starting a branch establishment and running it here on earth. And so we sat a talking three quarters of the night and opened our hearts to each other until they both grew light. And the days when I was winning her away from so many men was nothing to that evening I courted her over again. Next morning an ancient virgin took pains to call on us her lamp all trimmed and a burnin' to kindle another fuss. But when she went to pry and opening of old sores my bet she rose politely and showed her out of doors. Since then I don't deny but there's been a word or two but we've got our eyes wide open and know just what to do. When one speaks cross the other just meets it with a laugh and the first one's ready to give up considerable more than half. Maybe you'll think me soft sir a talking in this style but somehow it does me lots of good to tell it once in a while. And I do it for a compliment to so that you can see that that there written agreement of yours was just the making of me. So make out your bill Mr. Lawyer don't stop short of an X. Make it more if you want to for I have got the checks. I'm richer than a national bank with all its treasures told for I've got a wife at home now that's worth her weight in gold. End of poem. This recording is in the public domain. How Betsy and I made up by Will Carlton. Read for LibreVox.org by Jesse June. Give us your hand Mr. Lawyer. How do you do today? You drew up that paper I suppose you want your pay. Don't cut down your figures make it an X or V for that there written agreement was just the making of me. Going home that evening I tell you I was blue thinking of all my troubles and what I was gonna do and if my Hauses hadn't been the steadiest team alive they'd have tipped me over certain for I couldn't see where to drive. No, for I was labouring under a heavy load. No, for I was travelling an entirely different road for I was a tracing over the path of our lives again and seeing where we missed the way and where we might have been and many a corner we'd turned that just to a quarrel led when I ought to have held my temper and driven straight ahead and the more I thought it over the more these memories came and the more I struck the opinion that I was the most to blame and things I had long forgotten kept rising in my mind a little matters betwixt us where Betsy was good and kind and these things flashed all through me as you know things sometimes will when a fellers alone in the darkness and everything is still but says I were too far along to take another track and when I put my hand to the plow I do not off turn back and taint an uncommon thing now for couples to smash into and so I set my teeth together and vowed I'd see it through when I come inside of the house to a summit in the night and just as I turned a hilltop I see the kitchen light which often a handsome pitcher to a hungry person makes but it don't interest a feller much that's gonna pull up stakes and when I went in the house the table was set for me as good as suppers I ever saw or ever want to see and I crammed the agreement down my pocket as well as I could and fell to eat my vituals but somehow didn't taste good and Betsy she pretended to look about the house but she watched my side coat pocket like a cat would watch a mouse and then she went to fool in a little with her cup and intently reading a newspaper a holding it wrong side up and when I done my supper I draw the agreement out and give it to her without a word for she knowed what was about and then I hummed a little tune but now and then a note was busted by some animal that hopped up in my throat then Betsy she got her specs from off the mantel shelf and read the article over quite softly to herself read it little by little for her eyes is getting old and lawyers writing ain't no print especially when it's cold and after she'd read a little she gave my arm a touch and kindly said she was afraid I was low on her too much but when she was through she went for me her face is streaming with tears and kissed me for the first time in over twenty years I don't know what you'll think sir I didn't come to inquire but I picked up that agreement and stuffed it in the fire and I told her we'd bury the hatchet alongside of the cow and we struck an agreement never to have another row and I told her in the future I wouldn't speak cross or rash if half the crockery in the house was broken all to smash and she said in regards to heaven we try and learn its worth by starting a branch establishment and running it here on earth and so we sat at talking three quarters of the night and opened our hearts to each other until they both grew light and the days when I was winning her away from so many men was nothing to that evening I courted her over again next morning an ancient virgin took pains to call on us her lamp all trimmed and a burnin' to kindle another fuss but when she went to prying and openin' of old sores my Betsy rose politely and showed her out of doors since then I don't deny but there's been a word or two but we've got our eyes wide open and we know just what to do when one speaks cross the other just meets it with a laugh and the first one's ready to give up considerable more than half maybe you'll think me soft, sir, talking in this style but somehow it does me lots of good to tell it once in a while and I do it for a compliment to so that you can see that that there written agreement of yours was just the makin' of me so make out your bill, Mr. Lawyer don't stop short of an ex make it more if you want to for I've got the checks I'm richer than a national bank with all its treasures told for I've got a wife at home now that's worth her weight in gold End of poem This recording is in the public domain How Betsy and I Made Up by Will Carlton Read for LibriVox.org by Leanne Howlett Give us your hand, Mr. Lawyer How do you do today? You drew up that paper I suppose you want your pay Don't cut down your figures make it an X or a V for that air written agreement was just the makin' of me goin' home that evening I tell ya I was blue thinkin' of all my troubles and what I was goin' to do and if my hausses hadn't been the steadiest team alive they'd have tipped me over certain for I couldn't see where to drive no for I was a labor under a heavy load no for I was travelin' an entirely different road for I was a tracein' over the path of our lives again and seein' where we missed the way and where we might have been and many a corner we'd turned that just to a quarrel led when I ought to have held my temper and driven straight ahead and the more I thought it over the more these memories came and the more I struck the opinion that I was the most to blame and things I'd long forgotten kept rising in my mind of little matters betwixt us where Betsy was good and kind and these things flashed all through me as you know things sometimes will when a fellow is alone in the darkness and everything is still but says I were too far along to take another track and when I put my hand to the plow I do not off turn back and taint an uncommon thing now for couples to smash in too and so I set my teeth together and vowed I'd see it through when I come inside of the house twist some at end the night and just as I turned a hilltop I see the kitchen light which often a handsome picture to a hungry person makes but it don't interest a fellow much that's going to pull up stakes and when I went in the house the table was set for me as good a supper as I ever saw or ever want to see and I crammed the agreement down my pocket as well as I could and fell to eat in my victuals which somehow didn't taste good and Betsy she pretended to look about the house but she watched my sidecoat pocket like a cat would watch a mouse and then she went to fool on a little with her cup and intently reading a newspaper a holding it wrong side up and when I had done my supper I draw the agreement out and give it to her without a word for she knowed what was about and then I hummed a little tune but now and then a note was busted by some animal that hopped up in my throat then Betsy she got her specs from off the mantel shelf and read the article over quite softly to herself read it by little and little for her eyes is getting old and lawyers writing ain't no print especially when it's cold and after she'd read a little she give my arm a touch and kindly said she was afraid I was lowing her too much but when she was through she went for me her face a streaming with tears and kissed me for the first time in over 20 years I don't know what you'll think sir I didn't come to inquire but I picked up that agreement and stuffed it in the fire and I told her we'd bury the hatchet alongside of the cow and we struck an agreement never to have another row and I told her in the future I wouldn't speak cross or rash if half the crockery in the house was broken all to smash and she said in regards to heaven we try and learn it's worth by starting a branch establishment and running it here on earth and so we sat a talking three quarters of the night and opened our hearts to each other until they both grew light and the days when I was winning her away from so many men was nothing to that evening I courted her over again next morning an ancient virgin took pains to call on us her lamp all trimmed and a burning to kindle another fuss but when she went to pry in an open of old sores my Betsy rose politely and showed her out of doors since then I don't deny but there's been a word or two but we've got our eyes wide open and know just what to do when one speaks cross the other just meets it with a laugh and the first ones ready to give up considerable more than half maybe you'll think me soft sir talking in this style but somehow it does me lots of good to tell it once in a while and I do it for a compliment to so that you can see that that there written agreement of yours was just the making of me so make out your bill Mr. Lawyer don't stop short of an X make it more if you want to for I've got the checks I'm richer than a national bank with all its treasures told for I've got a wife at home now that's worth her weight in gold end of poem this recording is in the public domain how Betsy and I made up by Will Carleton read for LibriVox.org by Lucy Perry give us your hand Mr. Lawyer how do you do today you drew up that paper I suppose you want your pay don't cut down your figures make it an X or a V for that ear written agreement was just the making of me going home that evening I tell you I was blue thinking of all my troubles and what I was going to do and if my Hosses hadn't been the steadiest team alive they'd have tipped me over certain for I couldn't see where to drive no for I was laboring under a heavy load no for I was travelling an entirely different road for I was a tracing over the path of our lives again and seeing where we missed the way and where we might have been and many a corner we turned that just to a quarrel led when I ought have held my temper and driven straight ahead and the more I thought it over the more these memories came and the more I struck the opinion that I was the most to blame and things I had long forgotten kept rising in my mind of little matters betwixt us where Betsy was good and kind and these things flashed all through me as you know things sometimes will when I fell as alone in the darkness and everything is still but, says I we're too far along to take another track and when I put my hand to the plow I do not often turn back and taint an uncommon thing now for couples to smash in too and so I set my teeth together and vowed I'd see it through when I come inside of the house twas somat in the night and just as I turned a hilltop I see the kitchen light which often a handsome picture to a hungry person makes but it don't interest a fella much but it's going to pull up stakes and when I went in the house the table was set for me as good a supper as I ever saw or ever want to see and I crammed the agreement down my pocket as well as I could and fell to eat in my victuals which somehow didn't taste good and Betsy she pretended to look about the house but she watched my sidecoat pocket like a cat would watch a mouse and then she went to fool in a little with her cup and intently reading a newspaper or holding it wrong side up and when I'd done my supper I'd draw the agreement out and gave it to her without a word for she knowed what twas about and then I hummed a little tune but now and then a note was busted by some animal that hopped up in my throat then Betsy she got her specs from off the mantel shelf and read the article over quite softly to herself read it little by little for her eyes is getting old and lawyers writing ain't no print especially when it's cold and after she'd read a little she give my arm a touch and kindly said she was afraid I was allowing her too much but when she was through she went for me her face a-streaming with tears and kissed me for the first time in over twenty years I don't know what you'll think sir I didn't come to inquire but I picked up that agreement and stuffed it in the fire and I told her we'd bury the hatchet alongside of the cow and we struck an agreement never to have another row and I told her in the future I wouldn't speak cross or rash if half the crockery in the house was broken or to smash and she said in regards to heaven we try and learn its worth by starting a branch establishment and running it here on earth and so we sat a-talking three-quarters of the night and opened our hearts to each other until both grew light and the days when I was winning her away from so many men was nothing to that evening I courted her over again next morning an ancient virgin took pains to call on us her lamp all trimmed and burning to kindle another fuss but when she went to prying and opening of old sores my Betsy rose politely and showed her out of doors since then I don't deny but there's been a word or two but we've got our eyes wide open and know just what to do when one speaks cross the other just meets it with a laugh and the first one's ready to give up considerable more than half maybe you'll think me softer a-talking in this style but somehow it does me lots of good to tell it once in a while and I do it for a compliment to so that you can see that that there written agreement of yours was just the making of me so make out your bill Mr. Lawyer don't stop short of an X make it more if you want for I have got the checks I'm richer than a national bank with all its treasures told for I've got a wife at home now that's worth her weight in gold end of poem this recording is in the public domain how Betsy and I made up by Will Carlton read for LibriVox.org by Mark Smith of Simpsonville, South Carolina give us your hand Mr. Lawyer how do you do today you drew up that paper I suppose you want your pay don't cut down your figures make it an X or a V for that air written agreement was just the making of me going home that evening I tell you I was blue think at all my troubles and what I was going to do if my houses hadn't been the steadiest team alive they'd tip me over certain for I couldn't see where to drive no for I was laboring under a heavy load no for I was traveling an entirely different road for I was a-tracing over the path of our lives again and seeing where we missed the way and where we might have been many corner weed turned that just to a quarrel led when I ought to have held my temper and driven straight ahead and the more I thought it over the more these memories came the more I struck the opinion that I was the most to blame things I had long forgotten kept rising in my mind a little things betwixt us where Betsy was good and kind and these things flashed all through me as you know things sometimes will when a fellers alone in the darkness and everything is still buttons as I were too far along to take another track and when I put my hand to the plow I do not off turn back and taint an uncommon thing now for couples to smash in too and so I set my teeth together and vowed I'd see it through when I come inside of the house to a summit in the night and just as I turned a hilltop I see the kitchen light which off on a handsome picture to a hungry person makes but it don't interest a feller much that's going to pull up stakes when I went in the house the table was set for me as good as uppers I ever saw or ever want to see and I crammed the agreement down in my pocket as well as I could and fell to eat my victuals which somehow didn't taste good and Betsy she pretended to look about the house but she watched my sidecoat pocket like a cat would watch a mouse and then she went to fooling a little with her cup and intently reading a newspaper holding it wrong side up when I'd done my supper I'd drawn the agreement out and gave it to her without a word for she knowed which was about and then I hummed a little tune but now and then a note was busted by some animal that hopped up in my throat and Betsy she got her specs from off the metal shelf read the article over quite softly to herself read it little by little for her eyes is getting old and lawyers writing ain't no print especially when it's cold after she'd read a little she'd give my arm a touch kindly said she was afraid I was lowing her too much and when she was through she went for me eyes are streaming with tears and kissed me for the first time in over twenty years I don't know what you'll think sir I didn't come to inquire but I picked up that agreement and I stuffed it in the fire and I told her we'd bury the hatchet alongside of the cow and we struck an agreement never to have another row and I told her in the future I wouldn't speak across her rash if half the crockery in the house was broken all to smash and she said in regards to heaven we'd try and learn its worth by starting a branch establishment in running it here on earth and so we sat at talking three quarters of the night and open our hearts to each other until they both grew light and the days when I was winning her away from so many men was nothing to that evening I quartered her over again next morning an ancient virgin took pains to call on us her lamp all trimmed in a burn and a kindle another fuss but when she went to pry and an opening of old sores my Betsy rose politely and showed her how to doors since then I don't deny there's been a word or two but we've got our eyes wide open and know just what to do when one speaks cross the other just meets it with a laugh and the first one's ready to give up considerable more than half maybe you'll think me soft sir talking in the style but somehow it does me lots of good to tell it once in a while and I do it for a compliment to so that you can see that that there written agreement of yours was just a making of me so make out your bill Mr. Lawyer don't stop short of an X make it more if you want to for I have got the checks I'm richer than a national bank with all its treasures told for I've got a wife at home now that's worth her weight in gold end of poem this recording is in the public domain how Betsy and I made up by Will Carlton read for LibriVox.org by Neerajana Agarajan give us your hand Mr. Lawyer how do you do today you drew up that paper I suppose you want your pay don't cut down your figures make it an X or a V for that your written agreement was just the making of me going home that evening I tell you I was blue thinking of all my troubles and what I was going to do and if my horses hadn't been the steadiest team alive they'd have tipped me over certain for I couldn't see where to drive no for I was laboring under a heavy load no for I was traveling an entirely different road for I was a trace in over the path of our lives again and seeing where we missed the way and where we might have been and many a corner we had turned the just to a quarrel led when I ought to have held my temper and driven straight ahead and the more I thought it over the more these memories came and the more I struck the opinion that I was the most to blame and things I had long forgotten kept rising in my mind of little matters betwixt us where Betsy was good and kind and these things flashed all through me as you know things sometimes well when a fellow is alone in the darkness and everything is still but says I we're too far along to take another track and when I put my hand to the plow I do not often turn back and it ain't an uncommon thing now for couples to smash into and so I set my teeth together and vowed I'd see it through when I come inside of the house towards summer tonight and just as I turned the hilltop I see the kitchen light which often a handsome picture to a hungry person makes but it don't interest a fellow much that's going to pull up sticks and when I went in the house the table was set for me as good a supper as I ever saw or ever want to see and I crammed the agreement down my pocket as well as I could and fell to eat in my rituals which somehow didn't taste good and Betsy she pretended to look about the house but she watched my sidecourt pocket like a cat would watch a mouse and then she went to fool in a little with her cup and intently reading a newspaper holding it wrong side up and when I'd done my supper I'd drawed the agreement out and give it to her without a word for she knowed what was about and then I hummed a little tune but now and then a note was busted by some animal that hopped up in my throat then Betsy she got her specs from off the mantle shelf and read the article over quite softly to herself read it by little and little for eyes is getting old and lawyer's writing ain't no print especially when it's cold and after she'd read a little she give my arm a touch and kindly said she was afraid I was loving her too much but when she was through she went for me her face is streaming with tears and kissed me for the first time in over 20 years I don't know what you think sir I didn't come to inquire but I picked up the agreement and stuffed it in the fire and I told her we'd bury the hatchet alongside of the cow and we struck an agreement never to have another row and I told her in the future I wouldn't speak cross or rash if half the crockery in the house is broken all to smash and she said in regards to heaven we try and learn its worth by starting a branch establishment and running it here on earth and so we started talking three quarters of the night and opened our hearts to each other until they both grew light and the days when I was winning her away from so many men was nothing to that evening I courted her over again next morning an ancient virgin took pains to call on us her lamp all trimmed and a burnin to kindle another fuss but when she went to pry in an opening of old source my betsy rose politely and showed her out of doors since then I don't deny but there's been a word or two but we've got our eyes wide open and know just what to do when one speaks cross the other just meets it with a laugh and the first one's ready to give up considerable more than half maybe you'll think me soft sir a talking in this style but somehow it does me lots of good to tell it once in a while and I do it for a compliment just so that you can see that that their written agreement of yours was just the making of me so make out your bill mr lawyer don't stop shot off your necks make it more if you want to for I have got the chicks I'm richer than a national bank for all its treasures told for I've got a wife at home now that's worth her weight in gold end of poem this recording isn't the public domain how Betsy and I made up by Will Carleton read for LibriVox.org by Nick Number give us your hand mr lawyer how do you do today you drew up that paper I suppose you want your pay don't cut down your figures make it an X or a V for that air written agreement was just the making of me going home that evening I tell you I was blue thinking of all my troubles and what I was going to do and if my Haas's hadn't been the steadiest team alive they'd have tipped me over certain for I couldn't see where to drive no for I was laboring under a heavy load no for I was traveling an entirely different road for I was a trace in over the path of our lives again and seeing where we missed the way and where we might have been and many a corner we turned that just to a quarrel led when I ought to have held my temper and driven straight ahead and the more I thought it over the more these memories came and the more I struck the opinion that I was the most to blame and things I had long forgotten kept rising in my mind of little matters betwixt us where Betsy was good and kind and these things flashed all through me as you know things sometimes will when a fellow is alone in the darkness and everything is still but says I were too far along to take another track when I put my hand to the plow I do not off turn back and taint an uncommon thing now for couples to smash in too and so I set my teeth together and vowed I'd see it through when I come inside of the house to a summit in the night and just as I turned a hilltop I see the kitchen light which often a handsome pitcher to a hungry person makes but it don't interest a fellow much it's going to pull up stakes and when I went in the house the table was set for me as good a supper as I ever saw or ever want to see and I crammed the agreement down my pocket as well as I could and fell to eat my vitals which somehow didn't taste good and Betsy she pretended to look about the house but she watched my sidecoat pocket like a cat would watch a mouse and then she went to fool in a little with her cup and intently read in a newspaper a holding it wrong side up and when I'd done my supper I'd draw the agreement out give it to her without a word for she knowed what was about and then I hummed a little tune but now and then a note was busted by some animal that hopped up in my throat then Betsy she got her specs from off the mantle shelf and read the article over quite softly to herself read it by little and little for her eyes is getting old and lawyers right and eat no print especially when it's cold and after she'd read a little she gave my arm a touch and kindly said she was afraid I was allowing her too much but when she was through she went for me her face is streaming with tears and kissed me for the first time in over 20 years I don't know what you'll think sir I didn't come to inquire but I picked up that agreement and stuffed it in the fire and I told her we'd bury the hatchet alongside of the cow and we struck an agreement never to have another row and I told her in the future I wouldn't speak cross or rash if half the crockery in the house was broken all to smash and she said in regards to heaven we try and learn its worth by starting a branch establishment and running it here on earth and so we sat a talk in three quarters of the night and opened our hearts to each other until they both grew light and the days when I was winning her away from so many men was nothing to that evening I courted her over again next morning an ancient virgin took pains to call on us her lamp all trimmed and a burn in to kindle another fuss but when she went to pry in and open in of old sores my Betsy rose politely and showed her out of doors since then I don't deny but there's been a word or two but we've got our eyes wide open and know just what to do when one speaks cross the other just meets it with a laugh and the first one's ready to give up considerable more than half maybe you'll think me soft sir a talking in this style but somehow it does me lots of good to tell it once in a while and I do it for a compliment just so that you can see that that there written agreement of yours was just the making of me so make out your bill Mr. Lawyer don't stop short of an X make it more if you want to for I've got the checks I'm richer than a national bank with all its treasures told for I've got a wife at home now that's worth her weight in gold end of poem this recording is in the public domain how Betsy and I made up by Will Colton read for LibriVox.org by Revan Notation give us your hand Mr. Lawyer how do you do today you drew up that paper I suppose you want your pay don't cut down your figures make it an X or a V for that year written agreement was just the making of me going home that evening I tell you I was blue thinking of all my troubles and what I was going to do and if my hosses hadn't been the steadiest team alive they'd have tricked me over certain for I couldn't see where to drive no for I was laboring under a heavy load no for I was traveling an entirely different road for I was a tracing over the path of our lives again and seeing where we missed the way and where we might have been and many a corner we'd turned that just to a quarrel led when I ought to have held my temper and driven straight ahead and the more I thought it over the more these memories came and the more I struck the opinion that I was the most to blame and things I had long forgotten kept rising in my mind of little matters betwixt us where Betsy was good and kind and these things flashed all through me as you know things sometimes will when a fellow's alone in the darkness and every thing is still but says I were too far along to take another track and when I put my hand to the plow I do not off turn back and taint an uncommon thing now for couples to smash in too and so I set my teeth together and vowed I'd see it through when I come inside of the house to a summit in the night and just as I turn a hilltop I see the kitchen light which often the handsome picture to a hungry person makes but it don't interest a fellow much that's going to pull up stakes but when I went in the house the table was set for me as good a supper as I ever saw or ever want to see and I crammed the agreement down my pocket as well as I could and fell to eating my own victuals which somehow didn't taste good and Betsy she pretended to look about the house but she watched my side coat pocket like a cat would watch a mouse and then she went to fall in a little with her cup and intently reading a newspaper or holding it wrong all side up and when I done my supper I drawed the agreement out and gave it to her without a word for she knowed what it was about and then I hummed a little tune but now and then a note was busted by some animal that hopped up in my throat then Betsy she got her specs from off the mantle shelf and read the article over quite softly to herself read it by little and little for her eyes is getting old and lawyers writing ain't no print especially when it's cold and after she read a little she gave my arm a touch and kindly said she was afraid I was lower in her too much but when she was through she went for me a pace of streaming with tears and kissed me for the first time in over 20 years I don't know what you'll think sir I didn't come to inquire but I picked up that agreement and stuffed it in the fire and I told her we'd bury the hatchet alongside of the cow and we struck an agreement never to have another round and I told her in the future I wouldn't speak cross or rash if half the crockery in the house was broken all to smash and she said in regards to heaven we'd try and learn its worth by starting a branch establishment and running it here on earth and so we sat at talking three quarters of the night and opened our hearts to each other until they both grew light and the days when I was winning her away from so many men was nothing to that evening I courted her over again next morning an ancient virgin took pains to call on us her lamp all trim and the burning to kindle another fuss but when she went to pry in an opening of old sores my betzy rose politely and showed her out of doors since then I don't deny but there's been a word or two but we've got our eyes wide open and know just what to do when one speaks cross the other just meets it with a love and the first one's ready to give up considerable more than half maybe you'll think me soft sir are talking in this style but somehow it does me lots of good to tell it once in a while and I do it for a compliment it is so that you can see that that there written agreement of yours was just the making of me so make out your bill mr. lawyer don't stop short of an x make it more if you want to for I've got the checks I'm richer than a national bank with all its treasures told for I've got a wife at home now that's worth her weight in gold end of poem this recording is in the public domain how Betsy and I made up by Will Carlton read for Librebox.org by Trisha G give us your hand mr. lawyer how do you do today you drew up that paper I suppose you want your pay don't cut down your figures make it an x or a v for that your written agreement was just the making of me go in home that evening I tell you I was blue thinking of all my troubles and what I was going to do and if my houses hadn't been the steadiest team alive they'd have tipped me over certain for I couldn't see where to drive no for I was labor and under a heavy load no for I was traveling an entirely different road for I was a trace in over the path of our lives again and seeing where we missed the way and where we might have been and many a corner we'd turned that just to a quarrel led when I ought to have held my temper and driven straight ahead and the more I thought it over the more these memories came and the more I struck the opinion that I was the most to blame and things I had long forgotten kept rising in my mind of little matters betwixt us where Betsy was good and kind and these things flashed all through me as you know things sometimes will when a fellers alone in the darkness and everything is still but says I were too far along to take another track and when I put my hand to the plow I do not off turn back and taint an uncommon thing now for couples to smash in too and so I set my teeth together and vowed I'd see it through when I come inside of the house twas summit in the night and just as I turned a hilltop I see the kitchen light which often a handsome picture to a hungry person makes but it don't interest a fellow much that's going to pull up stakes and when I went in the house the table was said for me as good a supper's I ever saw or ever want to see and I crammed the agreement down my pocket as well as I could and fell to eat in my victuals which somehow didn't taste good and Betsy she pretended to look about the house but she watched my sidecoat pocket like a cat would watch a mouse and then she went a fool in a little with her cup and intently reading a newspaper a hold in it wrong side up and when I'd done my supper I drawed the agreement out and gave it to her without a word for she knowed what was about and then I hummed a little tune but now and then a note was busted by some animal that hopped up in my throat then Betsy she got her specs from off the mantle shelf and read the article over quite softly to herself read it little by little for her eyes is getting old and lawyers writing ain't no print especially when it's cold and after she'd read a little she gave my arm a touch and kindly said she was afraid I was low in her too much but when she was through she went for me her face is streaming with tears and kissed me for the first time in over 20 years I don't know what you'll think sir I didn't come to inquire but I picked up that agreement and stuffed it in the fire and I told her we'd bury the hatchet alongside of the cow and we struck an agreement never to have another row and I told her in the future I wouldn't speak cross or rash if half the crockery in the house was broken all to smash and she said in regards to heaven we try and learn its worth by starting a branch establishment and running it here on earth and so we sat a talk in three quarters of the night and opened our hearts to each other until they both grew light and the days when I was winning her away from so many men was nothing to that evening I courted her over again next morning an ancient virgin took pains to call on us her lamp all trimmed in a burning to kindle another fuzz but when she went to pry in and opening of old sores my Betsy rose politely and showed her out of doors since then I don't deny but there's been a word or two but we've got our eyes wide open and know just what to do when one speaks cross the other just meets it with a laugh and the first one's ready to give up considerable more than half maybe you'll think me soft sir a talking in the style but somehow it does me lots of good to tell it once in a while and I do it for a compliment to so that you can see that that there written agreement of yours was just the making of me so make out your bill mr. lawyer don't stop short of an x make it more if you want to for I have got the checks I'm richer than a national bank with all its treasures told for I've got a wife at home now that's worth her weight in gold end of poem this recording is in the public