Lonesome Hollow

On beyond the jumping-off place, Where the highway turneth south, You will find a yawning hollow And you'll dash into its mouth. Just beyond you'll climb a hillside, Then you'll wind around a bluff, - There's the ranch and little cottage! "Lonesome Hollow", sure enough! You will know it by the windmill, And its wheel that creaking goes With its loftly lordly rooster,- Iron cock that never crows, In the yard you'll see the chickens And the pigs each other follow, Towser sleeping by the woodpile, Guardian of Lonesome Hollow. In the house you'll find "Aunt Debbie" With her pencil or a book; In her lap you'll see her tatting, Spool of thread and little book. And you'll find the happy Governor Hovering near his better half, Hitching "Flara" to her buggy, Feeding hogs, or cow or calf. You will find the kids a-cooking Bread, and beans, and cake and pie For themselves and many others, Tramps and boarders, low and high, Or you'll find them at the organ Singing like so many larks, Entertaining males and females, Be they strangers, friends or sparks. When the cottage you have entered you will wish to stay and stay - You'll forget 'tis Lonesome Hollow, Don't forget to come away.