ALWAYS RIGHT.

DON'T take on so, Hiram, But do what you're told to do; It's fair to suppose that yer mother knows A heap sight more than you. I'll allow that sometimes her way Don't seem the wisest, quite; But the easiest way, When she's had her say, Is to reckon yer mother is right.

Courted her ten long winters, Saw her to singin'-school; When she went down one spell to town, I cried like a durned ol' fool; Got mad at the boys for callin' When I sparked her Sunday night: But she said she knew A thing or two,— An' I reckoned yer mother wuz right.

I courted till I wuz aging, And she wuz past her prime,— I'd have died, I guess, if she hadn't said yes When I popped f'r the hundredth time. Said she'd never have took me If I hadn't stuck so tight; Opined that we Could never agree,— And I reckon yer mother wuz right!