Edmund Clarence Stedman, ed. (1833–1908). An American Anthology, 1787–1900. 1900.
By EugeneField1043 Our Two Opinions
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Nigh to the age uv my youngest now;
Don’t rec’lect what ’t wuz about,
Some small deeff’rence, I ’ll allow.
Lived next neighbors twenty years,
A-hatin’ each other, me ’nd Jim,—
He havin’ his opinyin uv me,
’Nd I havin’ my opinyin uv him.
Courted sisters, ’nd marr’d ’em, too;
’Tended same meetin’-house oncet a week,
A-hatin’ each other through ’nd through!
But when Abe Linkern asked the West
F’r soldiers, we answered,—me ’nd Jim,—
He havin’ his opinyin uv me,
’Nd I havin’ my opinyin uv him.
Ther’ wuz sound uv firin’ fur away,
’Nd the sergeant allowed ther’ ’d be a fight
With the Johnnie Rebs some time nex’ day;
’Nd as I wuz thinkin’ uv Lizzie ’nd home
Jim stood afore me, long ’nd slim,—
He havin’ his opinyin uv me,
’Nd I havin’ my opinyin uv him.
Serious trouble f’r me ’nd him;
Us two shuck hands, did Jim ’nd me,
But never a word from me or Jim!
He went his way ’nd I went mine,
’Nd into the battle’s roar went we,—
I havin’ my opinyin uv Jim,
’Nd he havin’ his opinyin uv me.
But I hain’t forgot that last, last night
When, waitin’ f’r orders, us two men
Made up ’nd shuck hands, afore the fight.
’Nd, after it all, it ’ssoothin’ to know
That here I be ’nd yonder ’s Jim,—
He havin’ his opinyin uv me,
’Nd I havin’ my opinyin uv him.