The Rambo-Tree

When Autumn shakes the rambo-tree -
    It's a long, sweet way across the orchard! -
The bird sings low as the bumble-bee -
    It's a long, sweet way across the orchard! -
The poor shote-pig he says, says he:
"When Autumn shakes the rambo-tree
There's enough for you and enough for me." -
    It's a long, sweet way across the orchard.

For just two truant lads like we,
When Autumn shakes the rambo-tree
There's enough for you and enough for me -
    It's a long, sweet way across the orchard.

When Autumn shakes the rambo-tree -
    It's a long, sweet way across the orchard! -
The mole digs out to peep and see -
    It's a long, sweet way across the orchard! -
The dusk sags down, and the moon swings free,
There's a far, lorn call, "Pig-gee! 'Pig-gee!"
And two boys - glad enough for three. -
    It's a long, sweet way across the orchard.

For just two truant lads like we,
When Autumn shakes the rambo-tree
There's enough for you and enough for me -
    It's a long, sweet way across the orchard.

James Whitcomb Riley

James Whitcomb Riley was an American writer, poet, and best-selling author. He was known as the "Hoosier Poet" and the "Children's Poet" for his dialect works and children's poetry respectively. Over his career, Riley authored approximately 1,000 poems, including "Little Orphant Annie" and "The Raggedy Man". His influence extended into the 20th century, and his works continued to be celebrated for their nostalgic and rural themes.

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O drowsy winds, awake, and blow
The snowy blossoms back to me,
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Of truant feet, and lift the haze
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When The Green Gits Back In The Trees

In Spring, when the green gits back in the trees,
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And you think of yer bare-foot days;
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When the green gits back in the trees, and bees
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    Nobody on the old farm here but Mother, me and John,
    Except, of course, the extry he'p when harvest-time come on -
    And then, I want to say to you, we needed he'p about,
    As you'd admit, ef you'd a-seen the way the crops turned out!

    A better quarter-section, ner a richer soil warn't found
    Than this-here old-home place o' ourn fer fifty miles around! -
    The house was small - but plenty-big we found it from the day
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Who linger yet, will happily recall
It as the scheme and handiwork, as well
As property, of "Uncle Sam," and tell
Of its importance, "long and long afore
Railroads wuz ever dreamp' of!" - Furthermore,
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