Maud Muller, in the far away, was busy
raking meadow hay, she had no time for social
din because the hay
had to go in. Her
father had no boys to call, so Maudie had to do it all. She raked it early,
raked it late, and had no time
to make a date. The
village boys came now and
then, and saw
the rake then left again. Alas! for
Maud, she saved the hay, but lost a husband every day.
Maud Muller’s
not the same today, she doesn’t go a-raking hay; she
sits upon the
porch so cool, when
she has left
the boarding school, and nails
the judge, when
he is spied, to take
her for an auto ride. Her
father has no hay to
rake, they’re living on ice cream and cake; they do
not have to rake, they say, because an auto eats
no hay.
Jan.
22 to 26, ’10?
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