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 | The Complete Works of James Whitcomb Riley |  |
2130
IT'S GOT TO BE
“When it's got to be,”—like I always say,
As I notice the years whiz past,
And know each day is a yesterday,
When we size it up, at last,—
Same as I said when my boyhood went
And I knowed we had to quit,—
“It's got to be, and it's goin' to be!”—
So I said “Good-by” to it.
As I notice the years whiz past,
And know each day is a yesterday,
When we size it up, at last,—
Same as I said when my boyhood went
And I knowed we had to quit,—
“It's got to be, and it's goin' to be!”—
So I said “Good-by” to it.
It's got to be, and it's goin' to be!
So at least I always try
To kind o' say in a hearty way,—
“Well, it's got to be. Good-by!”
So at least I always try
To kind o' say in a hearty way,—
“Well, it's got to be. Good-by!”
The time just melts like a late, last snow,—
When it's got to be, it melts!
But I aim to keep a cheerful mind,
Ef I can't keep nothin' else!
I knowed, when I come to twenty-one,
That I'd soon be twenty-two,—
So I waved one hand at the soft young man,
And I said, “Good-by to you!”
When it's got to be, it melts!
But I aim to keep a cheerful mind,
Ef I can't keep nothin' else!
I knowed, when I come to twenty-one,
That I'd soon be twenty-two,—
So I waved one hand at the soft young man,
And I said, “Good-by to you!”
2131
It's got to be, and it's goin' to be!
So at least I always try
To kind o' say, in a cheerful way,—
“Well, it's got to be.—Good-by!”
So at least I always try
To kind o' say, in a cheerful way,—
“Well, it's got to be.—Good-by!”
They kep' a-goin', the years and years,
Yet still I smiled and smiled,—
For I'd said “Good-by” to my single life,
And now had a wife and child:
Mother and son and the father—one,—
Till, last, on her bed of pain,
She jes' smiled up, like she always done,—
And I said “Good-by” again.
Yet still I smiled and smiled,—
For I'd said “Good-by” to my single life,
And now had a wife and child:
Mother and son and the father—one,—
Till, last, on her bed of pain,
She jes' smiled up, like she always done,—
And I said “Good-by” again.
It's got to be, and it's goin' to be!
So at least I always try
To kind o' say, in a humble way,—
“Well, it's got to be. Good-by!”
So at least I always try
To kind o' say, in a humble way,—
“Well, it's got to be. Good-by!”
And then my boy—as he growed to be
Almost a man in size,—
Was more than a pride and joy to me,
With his mother's smilin' eyes.—
He gimme the slip, when the War broke out,
And followed me. And I
Never knowed till the first fight's end ...
I found him, and then ... “Good-by.”
Almost a man in size,—
Was more than a pride and joy to me,
With his mother's smilin' eyes.—
He gimme the slip, when the War broke out,
And followed me. And I
Never knowed till the first fight's end ...
I found him, and then ... “Good-by.”
It's got to be, and it's goin' to be!
So at least I always try
To kind o' say, in a patient way,
“Well, it's got to be. Good-by!”
So at least I always try
To kind o' say, in a patient way,
“Well, it's got to be. Good-by!”
2132
I have said, “Good-by!—Good-by!—Good-by!”
With my very best good will,
All through life from the first,—and I
Am a cheerful old man still:
But it's got to end, and it's goin' to end!
And this is the thing I'll do,—
With my last breath I will laugh, O Death,
And say “Good-by” to you! ...
With my very best good will,
All through life from the first,—and I
Am a cheerful old man still:
But it's got to end, and it's goin' to end!
And this is the thing I'll do,—
With my last breath I will laugh, O Death,
And say “Good-by” to you! ...
It's got to be! And again I say,—
When his old scythe circles high,
I'll laugh—of course, in the kindest way,—
As I say “Good-by!—Good-by!”
When his old scythe circles high,
I'll laugh—of course, in the kindest way,—
As I say “Good-by!—Good-by!”
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