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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=518848" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Thar's More In the Man Than Thar Is In The Land</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">I knowed a man, which he lived in Jones,<br>Which Jones is a county of red hills and stones,<br>And he lived pretty much by gittin' of loans,<br>And his mules was nuthin' but skin and bones,<br>And his hogs was flat as his corn-bread pones,<br>And he had 'bout a thousand acres o' land.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">This man -- which his name it was also Jones --<br>He swore that he'd leave them old red hills and stones,<br>Fur he couldn't make nuthin' but yallerish cotton,<br>And little o' THAT, and his fences was rotten,<br>And what little corn he had, HIT was boughten<br>And dinged ef a livin' was in the land.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And the longer he swore the madder he got,<br>And he riz and he walked to the stable lot,<br>And he hollered to Tom to come thar and hitch<br>Fur to emigrate somewhar whar land was rich,<br>And to quit raisin' cock-burrs, thistles and sich,<br>And a wastin' ther time on the cussed land.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">So him and Tom they hitched up the mules,<br>Pertestin' that folks was mighty big fools<br>That 'ud stay in Georgy ther lifetime out,<br>Jest scratchin' a livin' when all of 'em mought<br>Git places in Texas whar cotton would sprout<br>By the time you could plant it in the land.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And he driv by a house whar a man named Brown<br>Was a livin', not fur from the edge o' town,<br>And he bantered Brown fur to buy his place,<br>And said that bein' as money was skace,<br>And bein' as sheriffs was hard to face,<br>Two dollars an acre would git the land.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">They closed at a dollar and fifty cents,<br>And Jones he bought him a waggin and tents,<br>And loaded his corn, and his wimmin, and truck,<br>And moved to Texas, which it tuck<br>His entire pile, with the best of luck,<br>To git thar and git him a little land.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">But Brown moved out on the old Jones' farm,<br>And he rolled up his breeches and bared his arm,<br>And he picked all the rocks from off'n the groun',<br>And he rooted it up and he plowed it down,<br>Then he sowed his corn and his wheat in the land.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Five years glid by, and Brown, one day<br>(Which he'd got so fat that he wouldn't weigh),<br>Was a settin' down, sorter lazily,<br>To the bulliest dinner you ever see,<br>When one o' the children jumped on his knee<br>And says, 'Yan's Jones, which you bought his land.'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And thar was Jones, standin' out at the fence,<br>And he hadn't no waggin, nor mules, nor tents,<br>Fur he had left Texas afoot and cum<br>To Georgy to see if he couldn't git sum<br>Employment, and he was a lookin' as hum-<br>Ble as ef he had never owned any land.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">But Brown he axed him in, and he sot<br>Him down to his vittles smokin' hot,<br>And when he had filled hisself and the floor<br>Brown looked at him sharp and riz and swore<br>That, 'whether men's land was rich or poor<br>Thar was more in the MAN than thar was in the LAND.'</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Sidney+Lanier">Sidney Lanier</a><div class=q>
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Which Jones is a county of red hills and stones,
And he lived pretty much by gittin' of loans,
And his mules was nuthin' but skin and bones,
And his hogs was flat as his corn-bread pones,
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