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Access Genealogy Library: Some Data, Letters, and Memoranda Collected by FRANKLIN D. LOVE, Relating to the LOVE FAMILY, by Dennis N. Partridge, Volume I, first series.

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Note: The above lines were copied from the walls of an old ancestral mansion-Aunt Polly Taylor's House-on the hill at Watauga Point, Carter County, East Tennessee. It is one hundred years old at this date but recently has been repaired by Wm.C. & George D. Taylor, the sons of Alfred W. Taylor, who live on Buffalo Creek one mile above said place. The latter lines were written by my aunt Evalina Love in the Year 1844--F.D. Love, Jan. 1929

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                        Old Snip
                (A Campaign Song-by James P Taylor)

        The other day there came a horse
        To town I thought deserved a verse;
        A mountain plug of ancient days,
        Inured to fortunes devious ways,
        A lop-eared, gaunt, flea-bitten gray,
        A stranger born to oats and hay,
        As his bare ribs will testify
        To every curious passerby.
        From North Carolina's wilds he hails,
        Where oft the one "whangdoodle wails"-
        Wails ever he with hope forlorn-
        Mourns that poor whang for his first born.
        Ah! how could I suppress a sigh,
        As he painfully labored by,
        Collared with shucks, with ropes for gear,
        A pair of oxen in his rear;
        While o'er the tiresome steeps they wind,
        An apple wagon creeps behind.
        He'd lived a long laborious life,
        'Mid this world's discord and strife,
        Where whips and fists and clubs and stones
        Waged mortal war on flesh and bones;
        Where savage man beats and abuses
        With cruel blows, cuffs and bruises
        Thick rained on his devoted head,
        Alas! more oft than he was fed.
        If you'd seen those ghastly scars,
        The fleshy records of his jars,
        You'd thought that he had waded through
        The crimson stream of Waterloo-
        Yoou'd thought that he had spent his days
        'Mid storms of war and battle blaze,
        Where cannons boom and muskets rattle
Along the sulphurious line of battle,

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Access Genealogy Library: Some Data, Letters, and Memoranda Collected by FRANKLIN D. LOVE, Relating to the LOVE FAMILY, by Dennis N. Partridge, Volume I, first series. , Edited by Dennis N. Partridge, Columbus, Georgia, © 2001.

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