<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=416716" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Nothin' To Say</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Nothin' to say, my daughter! Nothin' at all to say!<br>Gyrls that's in love, I've noticed, ginerly has their way!<br>Yer mother did, afore you, when her folks objected to me--<br>Yit here I am, and here you air; and yer mother--where is she?</div><div style="margin:10px 0">You look lots like yer mother: Purty much same in size;<br>And about the same complected; and favor about the eyes:<br>Like her, too, about _livin_' here,--because _she_ couldn't stay:<br>It'll 'most seem like you was dead--like her!--But I hain't got nothin' to say!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">She left you her little Bible--writ yer name acrost the page--<br>And left her ear bobs fer you, ef ever you come of age.<br>I've allus kep' 'em and gyuarded 'em, but ef yer goin' away--<br>Nothin' to say, my daughter! Nothin' at all to say!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">You don't rikollect her, I reckon? No; you wasn't a year old then!<br>And now yer--how old _air_ you? W'y, child, not '_twenty_!' When?<br>And yer nex' birthday's in Aprile? and you want to git married that day?<br>... I wisht yer mother was livin'!--But--I hain't got nothin' to say!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Twenty year! and as good a gyrl as parent ever found!<br>There's a straw ketched onto yer dress there--I'll bresh it off--turn round.<br>(Her mother was jes' twenty when us two run away!)<br>Nothin' to say, my daughter! Nothin' at all to say!</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=James+Whitcomb+Riley">James Whitcomb Riley</a><div class=q> <img src="https://www.citatepedia.ro/g/32share.png" style="float:left" alt="Share"> <script type="text/javascript" src="//s7.addthis.com/js/300/addthis_widget.js#pubid=citatepedia" async="async"></script><div style="display:inline-block" class="addthis_sharing_toolbox" data-url="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=416716" data-title="Nothin' To Say de James Whitcomb Riley" data-description="Nothin' to say, my daughter! Nothin' at all to say! Gyrls that's in love, I've noticed, ginerly has their way! Yer mother did, afore you, when her folks objected to me-- Yit here I am, and here you air; and yer mother--where is she? You look lots..."></div> </div> </div>

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