While still a young lad I grew restless at home,
Weary of farming and eager to roam.
I followed my fancy, I followed my dream,
All down the high mountain and along the bright stream.
I crossed the broad river, its waters so cold.
The stand house was waiting with lamps shining gold.
The stand keeper’s daughter, so kind and so free,
Said, Lydy stay with me, my husband to be.
The stand house was waiting with lamps shining gold.
The stand keeper’s daughter, so kind and so free,
Said, Lydy stay with me, my husband to be.
No, I must be roving, my fortune to find.
O, Lydy, stay with me, you know I've been kind.
The road lies before me, I must travel on
But I’ll be returning ere winter is gone.
These are a few verses from "The Ballad of Lydy Goforth," composed by yours truly as a part of the historical subplot to In a Dark Season (coming in just five days! Have I mentioned that already?) Set in 1859, Lydy's story deals with the Drovers' Road, which ran through our county and which I talked about over on my monthly Amazon blog.
(If someone can tell me, in simple language suited to the meanest intelligence, how to make this a hot link, I'd really appreciate it. What I've done in the past doesn't appear to be working.)
Oh my goodness, I think I've done it! Thanks to Roses and Lilacs!
The drawing of the hog drovers is probably pretty accurate -- but Lydy is much better looking, trust me.
(If someone can tell me, in simple language suited to the meanest intelligence, how to make this a hot link, I'd really appreciate it. What I've done in the past doesn't appear to be working.)
Oh my goodness, I think I've done it! Thanks to Roses and Lilacs!
The drawing of the hog drovers is probably pretty accurate -- but Lydy is much better looking, trust me.
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