Come Be My Love

Come Be My Love

Come be my love and live with me,
On my quarter-section,
I have a soddy, ten by twelve,
Awaiting your inspection.

Its walls are thick, the floor smooth-packed,
The roof is thatched with grass,
The window frees the wayward breeze,
‘Cause I haven’t any glass.

We’ll spend our days in joyful toil,
Unconcerned with riches,
With naught to do with bankers who,
Are rotten sonsabitches.

In winter come the whispering winds,
And gentle fall of snow,
We will bring our ox in for the night,
When the mercury sinks too low.


He’ll lie close by our straw-filled bed,
Where mice play hide and seek,
His body heat will warm our feet,
While we snuggle cheek to cheek.

When morning comes, we three will rise,
To share a gruel confection,
And you will see that life with me,
Is absolute perfection.

So be my love and live with me.
You are my burning passion,
This wealth of mine will all be thine,
In true conjugal fashion.