Prairie Flowers No. 8. "JOHN BROWN" [1857] BALLAD Words by Charles Mackay Music by Joseph Philbrick Webster (1819-1875) Chicago, IL: HIGGINS BROTHERS Stacpole, Sc. [Lithographer] Pearson, N.Y. [Engraver] [Source: @Newberry Library, Chicago] 1. I’ve a guinea I can spend, I’ve a wife, and I’ve a friend, And a troop of little childrten at my knee, John Brown; I’ve a cottage of my own With the ivy overgrown, And a garden looking out upon the sea, John, Brown; I can sit at my door By my shady sycamore, Large of heart, tho’ of very small estate, Johm Brown; So come and drain a glass In my arbor as you pass, And I’ll tell you what I love and what I hate, John Brown. 2. I love the song of birds, And the children’s early words, And a loving woman’s voice, low and sweet, John Brown; And I hate a false pretense, And the want of common sense, And arrogance, and fawning, and deceit, John Brown; I love the meadow flowers, And the briar in the bowers, And I love the open face, without guile, John Brown; And I hate a selfish knave, And a proud contented slave, And a lout whi’d rather borrow than toil, John Brown. 3. I love a simple song One that wakes emotions strong, And the word of hope that raised he who faints, John Brown; And I hate the constant whine Of the foolish who repine; And turn their good to evil by complaints, John Brown; Bit ever when I hate, If I seek my garden gate, And survey the workd above me, and around, John Brown; The hatred flies my mind, And I sigh for human kind, And excuse the thoughts of those I cannot love, John Brown. 4. So, if you like my ways, And the comfort of my ways, And I will tell you how I live unvexed, John Brown; I never scorn my health, Nor sell my soul for wealth, Nor desstroy one day the pleasure of the next, John Brown; I’ve parted with my pride, And I take the sunny side, For I’ve found it worse than folly to be sad, John Brown; I keep a conscience clear, I’ve a hundred pounds a year, And I manage to exist and to be glad, John Brown.