Sidney Lanier

“ Was a livin’, not fur from the edge o’ town,
And he bantered Brown fur to buy his place,
And said that bein’ as money was skace,
And bein’ as sheriffs was hard to face,
Two dollars an acre would git the land.
They closed at a dollar and fifty cents,
And Jones he bought him a waggin and tents,
And loaded his corn, and his wimmin, and truck,
And moved to Texas, which it tuck
His entire pile, with the best of luck,
To git thar and git him a little land. ”

“ Him down to his vittles smokin’ hot,
And when he had filled hisself and the floor
Brown looked at him sharp and riz and swore
That, “whether men’s land was rich or poor
Thar was more in the man than thar was in the land.” ”