Post by acorn20 on Aug 17, 2020 22:20:16 GMT -5
THE RIFLE IN THE HALL
From the days of Boone and Kenton
In the Dark and Bloody Ground
To the days when homes and gardens
In the bluegrass land abound.
Since it sent its leaden messengers
To bring the savage down
We have blessed the good old rifle
Of Kentucky and renown.
It is long and grim and rusty
And out of date its lock,
And tarnished are its mountings
In brass upon its stock.
But we love the ancient weapon
Resting high against the wall,
That old Kentucky rifle
On the buck horns in the hall.
By the date and letters graven
On its butt we understand
That our grandsire was its master
And in his sturdy hand
It cleared the way for progress
Through many a savage fray
To where it's dumbly hanging
On the buck horns there today.
Through trail and in the wilderness
His faithful guard and guide,
"Twas cherished by that hardy soul
And 'twas his boast and pride.
Now many the rich bequests he left,
The dearest of them all
Is the old Kentucky rifle
On the buck horns in the hall.
Anonymous
From the days of Boone and Kenton
In the Dark and Bloody Ground
To the days when homes and gardens
In the bluegrass land abound.
Since it sent its leaden messengers
To bring the savage down
We have blessed the good old rifle
Of Kentucky and renown.
It is long and grim and rusty
And out of date its lock,
And tarnished are its mountings
In brass upon its stock.
But we love the ancient weapon
Resting high against the wall,
That old Kentucky rifle
On the buck horns in the hall.
By the date and letters graven
On its butt we understand
That our grandsire was its master
And in his sturdy hand
It cleared the way for progress
Through many a savage fray
To where it's dumbly hanging
On the buck horns there today.
Through trail and in the wilderness
His faithful guard and guide,
"Twas cherished by that hardy soul
And 'twas his boast and pride.
Now many the rich bequests he left,
The dearest of them all
Is the old Kentucky rifle
On the buck horns in the hall.
Anonymous
