GOOD-BYE JIM by James Whitcomb Riley
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GOOD-BYE JIM by JAMES WHITCOMB RILEY is America's most popular CIVIL WAR poem ever. It was read time and time again by the author, James Whitcomb Riley to many patriotic groups including the Grand Army of the Republic.
This very rare hard cover book is the 1913 edition of the original, which was copyright in 1893. It was published by The Bobbs-Merrill Company, and is beautifully illustrated by noted artist Howard Chandler Christy, with decorations by Bertha Stuart.
It is printed throughout on coated, heavy-stock paper. All pages are very clean and in tact and the binding is tight. Other than what appears to be an area of slight discoloration on the back cover, this 94 year old book is in very good condition.
Old man never had much to say--Ð 'Ceptin' to Jim,Ð And Jim was the wildest boy he hadÐ And the old man jes' wrapped up in him! Never heerd him speak but once Er twice in my life, Ð and first time was When the army broke out, and Jim he went, The old man backin' him, fer three months;
And all 'at I heerd the old man say Was, jes' as we turned to start away,Ð "Well, good-bye Jim: Take keer of yourse'f!" 'Peered-like, he was more satisfied Jes' lookin' at Jim And likin' him all to hisse'f-like, see?Ð 'Cause he was jes' wrapped up in him!
And over and over I mind the day The old man come and stood round in the way While we was drillin', a~watchin' JimÐ
And down at the deepot a-heerin' him say, "Well, good-bye, Jim: Take keer of yourse'f!"
Never was nothin' about the farm Disting'ished Jim; Neighbors all ust to wonder why The old man 'peared wrapped up in him:
But when Cap. Biggler he writ back 'At Jim was the bravest boy we had In the whole dern rigiment, white er black, And his fightin' good as his farmin' badÐ
'At he had led, with a bullet clean Bored through his thigh, and carried the flag Through the bloodiest battle you ever seen,Ð
The old man wound up a letter to him "At Cap. Read to us, 'at said: "Tell Jim Good-bye, And take keer of hisse'f."
Jim come home jes' long enough To take the whim "At he'd like to go back in the calveryÐ And the old man jes' wrapped up in him!
Jim 'lowed' at he 'd had sich luck afore, Guessed he 'd tackle her three years more. And the old man give him a colt he 'd raised, And follered him over to Camp Ben Wade,
And laid around fer a week er so, Watchin' Jim on dress-paradeÐ Tel finally he rid away,
And last we heerd was the old man say,- "Well, good-bye, Jim: Take keer of yourse'f!"
Tuk the papers, the old man did, A-watchin' fer JimÐ Fully believin he 'd make his mark Some wayÐjes' wrapped up in him!Ð
And many a time the word 'u'd' come 'At stirred him up like th e tap of a drumÐ At Petersburg, fer instunce, where Jim rid right into their cannons there,
And tuk 'em, and p'inted 'em t' other way, And socked it home to the boys in gray, As they scooted fer timber, and on and onÐ
Jim a lieutenant and one arm gone, And the old man's words in his mind all day,-Ð "Well good-bye, Jim: Take keer of yourse'f!"
Think of a private, now, perhaps, We'll say like Jim, 'At 's clumb clean up to the shoulder-strapsÐ And the old man jes' wrapped up in him!
Think of himÐwith the war plum' through, And the glorious old Red~White~and~Blue A-laughin' the news down over Jim, And the old man, bendin' over himÐ
The surgeon turnin' away with tears 'At hadn't leaked fer years and years, As the hand of the dyin' boy clung to His father's, the old voice in his ears,Ð
"Well, good-bye, Jim: Take keer of yourse'f!" THE END
This very rare hard cover book is the 1913 edition of the original, which was copyright in 1893. It was published by The Bobbs-Merrill Company, and is beautifully illustrated by noted artist Howard Chandler Christy, with decorations by Bertha Stuart.
It is printed throughout on coated, heavy-stock paper. All pages are very clean and in tact and the binding is tight. Other than what appears to be an area of slight discoloration on the back cover, this 94 year old book is in very good condition.
Old man never had much to say--Ð 'Ceptin' to Jim,Ð And Jim was the wildest boy he hadÐ And the old man jes' wrapped up in him! Never heerd him speak but once Er twice in my life, Ð and first time was When the army broke out, and Jim he went, The old man backin' him, fer three months;
And all 'at I heerd the old man say Was, jes' as we turned to start away,Ð "Well, good-bye Jim: Take keer of yourse'f!" 'Peered-like, he was more satisfied Jes' lookin' at Jim And likin' him all to hisse'f-like, see?Ð 'Cause he was jes' wrapped up in him!
And over and over I mind the day The old man come and stood round in the way While we was drillin', a~watchin' JimÐ
And down at the deepot a-heerin' him say, "Well, good-bye, Jim: Take keer of yourse'f!"
Never was nothin' about the farm Disting'ished Jim; Neighbors all ust to wonder why The old man 'peared wrapped up in him:
But when Cap. Biggler he writ back 'At Jim was the bravest boy we had In the whole dern rigiment, white er black, And his fightin' good as his farmin' badÐ
'At he had led, with a bullet clean Bored through his thigh, and carried the flag Through the bloodiest battle you ever seen,Ð
The old man wound up a letter to him "At Cap. Read to us, 'at said: "Tell Jim Good-bye, And take keer of hisse'f."
Jim come home jes' long enough To take the whim "At he'd like to go back in the calveryÐ And the old man jes' wrapped up in him!
Jim 'lowed' at he 'd had sich luck afore, Guessed he 'd tackle her three years more. And the old man give him a colt he 'd raised, And follered him over to Camp Ben Wade,
And laid around fer a week er so, Watchin' Jim on dress-paradeÐ Tel finally he rid away,
And last we heerd was the old man say,- "Well, good-bye, Jim: Take keer of yourse'f!"
Tuk the papers, the old man did, A-watchin' fer JimÐ Fully believin he 'd make his mark Some wayÐjes' wrapped up in him!Ð
And many a time the word 'u'd' come 'At stirred him up like th e tap of a drumÐ At Petersburg, fer instunce, where Jim rid right into their cannons there,
And tuk 'em, and p'inted 'em t' other way, And socked it home to the boys in gray, As they scooted fer timber, and on and onÐ
Jim a lieutenant and one arm gone, And the old man's words in his mind all day,-Ð "Well good-bye, Jim: Take keer of yourse'f!"
Think of a private, now, perhaps, We'll say like Jim, 'At 's clumb clean up to the shoulder-strapsÐ And the old man jes' wrapped up in him!
Think of himÐwith the war plum' through, And the glorious old Red~White~and~Blue A-laughin' the news down over Jim, And the old man, bendin' over himÐ
The surgeon turnin' away with tears 'At hadn't leaked fer years and years, As the hand of the dyin' boy clung to His father's, the old voice in his ears,Ð
"Well, good-bye, Jim: Take keer of yourse'f!" THE END