Image from How People Used to Live on Rootsweb.
THE CHURNING SONG.
Apron on and dash in hand,
O’er the old churn here I stand —
Cachug!
How the thick cream spurts and flies,
Now on shoes and now in eyes!
Cachug! Cachug!Ah! how soon I tired get!
But the butter lingers yet;
Cachug!
Aching back and weary arm,
Quite rob churning of its charm!
Cachug! Cachug!See the golden specks appear!
And the churn rings sharp and clear —
Cachink!
Arms, that have to flag begun,
Work on, you will soon be done —
Cachink! Cachink!Rich flakes cling to lid and dash;
Hear the thin milk’s watery splash!
Calink!
Sweetest music to the ear,
For it says the butter’s here!
Calink! Calink!— Silas Dinsmore, in St Nicholas.
The Daily Northwestern (Oshkosh, Wisconsin) Mar 4, 1899
June 29, 2018 at 3:52 am |
I love this! Thank you for sharing! May I have permission to reblog?
June 29, 2018 at 1:18 pm |
Sure.
June 29, 2018 at 2:34 pm
Thank you!
February 15, 2019 at 1:57 pm |
My song my Grandmother used to sing to me when I was churning…”Come butter, come…
Margaret’s at the garden gate,
Waiting for the butter cake,
Come butter, come!
February 15, 2019 at 10:43 pm |
Nice! Thank you for sharing!