bobby's girl
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Gonna try an experiment, if ya don't mind indulgin this fake Irish lass; gonna carry on with the last write and see what happens.
The Barn
When Michael J. McAllister
Bought the McGinnis farm
It wasn't the land he wanted
But the labyrinth of his barn
Covered with a milk-white paint
It concealed to the casual eye
The treasure of fine woods
It's builder intended to hide
Poor Amos had never married
But had hoped to take a wife
Then build her the finest of homes
And give her a wonderful life
He'd gathered enough material
And there was new joy in his heart
His plans about to bare their fruit
Was time to tear the barn apart
Inside the barn he'd gathered
Every detail he'd require
Every nail and every knob
Every window pane and wire
When his nephew stopped to see him
He might have noticed his uncle's glow
But greed had blinded Sonny
And he delivered the fatal blow
Then Sonny nearly went mad
Hunting the treasure in disguise
For all he could see was utter junk
And the treasure right before his eyes
Sonny was hung and Amos gone
Thus ended the family name
So the county put the place for bid
And not a single buyer came
He said he heard his name called out
Was why he stopped to look around
And waded through weeds overgrown
And near went weak with the treasure he found.
Perhaps it was ol' Amos who called
For no other legacy could he give
So gave his treasure to a furniture maker
And in the furniture, perhaps, would live
The Barn
When Michael J. McAllister
Bought the McGinnis farm
It wasn't the land he wanted
But the labyrinth of his barn
Covered with a milk-white paint
It concealed to the casual eye
The treasure of fine woods
It's builder intended to hide
Poor Amos had never married
But had hoped to take a wife
Then build her the finest of homes
And give her a wonderful life
He'd gathered enough material
And there was new joy in his heart
His plans about to bare their fruit
Was time to tear the barn apart
Inside the barn he'd gathered
Every detail he'd require
Every nail and every knob
Every window pane and wire
When his nephew stopped to see him
He might have noticed his uncle's glow
But greed had blinded Sonny
And he delivered the fatal blow
Then Sonny nearly went mad
Hunting the treasure in disguise
For all he could see was utter junk
And the treasure right before his eyes
Sonny was hung and Amos gone
Thus ended the family name
So the county put the place for bid
And not a single buyer came
He said he heard his name called out
Was why he stopped to look around
And waded through weeds overgrown
And near went weak with the treasure he found.
Perhaps it was ol' Amos who called
For no other legacy could he give
So gave his treasure to a furniture maker
And in the furniture, perhaps, would live