FEUD TIME IN KENTUCKY

James Foley, Jr.


When the dew is on the mountain
And the corn is in the still

When the feudist stalks the feudist
Through the valley, o'er the hill

When the red is on the forest
And the amber's in the wine

When the autumn vespers whisper
Through the forest leaf and pine

Through the mountains of Kentucky
There's a man behind each rock,

With his finger on the trigger
And his cheek against the stock.

When the bead is on the moonshine,
And the summer wanes to fall

Then the feudist takes his rifle
From the nail upon the wall;

Seeks him out a trusty shelter
In the thicket by the road,

Puts a funnel in the muzzle,
And pours home a heavy load

Oh, the undertaker's busy,
When the man behind the rock

Gets his finger on the trigger
And his face against the stock.

When the crack is in the rifle
And the smoke is in the blue,

There is always something hasty
For the coroner to do;
All the bards obituary
Find a keen demand for verse,

And there's grease upon the axle
Of the melancholy hearse

For Death invades the temple,
Never stopping once to knock,

When the finger's on the trigger
And the cheek's against the stock.

So, prithee, traveler, listen:

When the brown is on the hill,
When the dew is on the mountain

And the corn is in the still,
The game law's up on tourists,

And the undertaker's van
Is always on the hurry,

Bringing the punctured man
For it's feud time in Kentucky

Every rifle is at cock,
And the finger's on the trigger
And the cheek's against the stock.

-James Foley, Jr.

ALL THAT'S KENTUCKY

EDITED BY
JOSIAH HENRY COMBS

JOHN P. MORTON COMPANY
LOUISVILLE, KY.
1915.

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