William C. Dixon Lyrics & Poems![]() Please let me know if you know of any other such poems or stories! The Following all submitted by Thelma Moye thanks to Nan and Bill Dixon![]() Lyrics:Image If OnlyFrom Outstanding Song Poems and Lyricists edited and compiled by Paul Emery Carter Sheet Music for You Ask my Why I'm Loney Cover Page 1 Page 2 Since Father Lost his Whiskers Submitted to The Times Articles:LYRICS WRITTEN BY CLAYTON RESIDENT WILL BE PUBLISHED Clayton, July 23. � The song lyric, �If Only,� written by William C. Dixon, sr., of this village has been accepted for publication by the Exposition press, New York. Mr. Dixon previously wrote, �Don�t Forget Your Mother� and �You Asked Me Why I�m Lonely,� which were published by the Zimmerman Print, Cincinnati, O., and Legters Music company, Chicago, Ill., respectively.Submitted by Thelma Moye Historical House on Old French Creek Article about poem-poem also listed Submitted by Thelma Moye PoemsGrandpa Stole AwaySubmitted to a Paper Thanksgiving Submitted to The Times, Letters From section- 1929 Drifting Submitted to a Paper Unknown title (Thanks to Jerry Vaughn for transcribing this for the site) When I was a young thing I lived with my granny And many the cautions She gave unto me Always to be wise And take care for the boys And never tumble my petacoat Over my knee But sporting young Jony Who lives in the valley Last Saturday nite Came courting to me And then I forgot All about my old granny And he tumbled My petacoat over my knee WHEN ROSES BLOOM AGAIN (Thanks to Jerry Vaughn for transcribing this for the site) Soon roses will be blooming In some forgotten place, Planted there so long ago Some dear home, then to Grace We do not know who planted them And we can only guess Perhaps some bride of long ago Yet there�s no one to confess Perhaps a hundred years or more Since they were planted there Yet each year they bloom again And always just as fair. W. C. Dixon, Sr. Clayton, N. Y. AS A POET VIEWS IT Written for On The St. Lawrence Lafargeville, N. Y. March 14, 1932 (Thanks to Jerry Vaughn for transcribing this for the site) I was so sure that Spring was near, And soon I�d be digging greens, For the tulips were already up, And soon I�d be planting beans. The sun it shone so nice and warm, And the sweat was on my brow, Then I hid my winter socks And I cannot find them now. This old snow storm it came along, Along with a howling breeze, Alas! My plans are all upset, And I think that I will freeze. My bantam corn and lima beans That I grow for succotash, Will have to wait now quite a while, While I fill up on hash. For snow now is lying thick Where I planned to rake and spade; There won�t be even dandelions For a long time, I�m afraid. I will have to eat the same old grub At least two months or more And likely have the scurvy too, And can�t get out of doors. If any one last year did can Some greens, most any kind. Please send me some by Parcel Post Before I lose my mind. Uncle Bill The Trouble of an Frenchman (Thanks to Jerry Vaughn for transcribing this for the site) Last week I say to myself Joe Why you don�t make good lot of money Why you don�t keep good lot of Bee So you can have de honey So den I look my self around to see where I could bye him Some man, he let me have de bee to take him home and try him he say one Swarm of bee I tink maby he will be a plenty and when you learn about de trick den I will sell you twenty So den I go and fetch de bee and load him in my barrow den I wheel dem be all night untill it is tomorrow When I get home de sun he shine my wife she see me coming she say Joe you got de bee for I can hear him humming I tole he yes he hum all right for he want to get away but I got him fasten in de hive so I can make him stay Now I set dat hive down on de ground My wife she help me too and when I take dat screen away I find something else to do Dem bees was mad like everything when dey got out in de air some get into my pants leg some get into my hair I know for shure I do get kill den my wife she got no man for all dem bees was after me When I run just like I can I stub my toe & fall down too my wife she gone ahead She get inside and lock de door And den crall into bead den I run me round de house for I can�t get in de door for all dem bees was after me and den I run some more I tink about dat new hay stack So I take some different route I dive my head all in de hay so just my feet stick out I stay dere most all dat day and listen for dem bee to see if dey had gone away or was still after me after while my wife she come when it was almost night and tell me Joe now you can come for dem bees dey was all quiet I do not tink I keep de bee I tink I buy de honey when I want it on de tabe I tink I pay de money Hoarding and Spending I hoard no money in the bank, I�ll tell the president; I might as well confess right now I haven�t got a cent. When I have paid for bed and board And also alimony. I can�t afford to spend or hoard, I live on borrowed money. �Tis easy sure to give advice We hear it every day. But when you haven�t got the price How are you going to pay? The miser who by cunning stealth And who could best afford, Will not disgorge his treasured wealth By any cry of �hoard�. �Tis sure a tough old universe To try and struggle through, And if perchance it should grow worse I wonder what we�ll do The Baker says, �I make the dough, But sales are gone to Hell; I�ve got to give a radio With every loaf I sell. (Submitted by Thelma Moye) ![]() The Islands: Island Stories: William C. Dixon Lyics & Poems Return to The Islands Main Page Copyright (�) 2000-2004 Jennifer Hoeltzel. All rights reserved. Send comments or suggestions regarding this site to the webmaster: Jen Wylie nee Hoeltzel |