Andrew Francis Lockhart, Since the Boys Went Away (1918)
“ But we cried when he went away, we did. No. it ain't that we's selfish, no it ain't. But it's lonesome out here on the old home place. An' mother's growin' haggard in her eyes an' face 'Cause the boys don't never write, they don't. I've been sittin' around all day, I have, Just noddin' an' nappin' an' wonderin' when The boys will be comin' back home again, An' I have been wishin' they was here, I have. ”
