just some funny ahh recreation of that one scene from bfdi 1a
When a lad, I stood one day by a cottage far away,And to me that day, all nature seem'd more grand; For my Sue, with blushes red, had just promised we should wed, And I'd come to ask her mother for her hand. As I told the old, old tale, of a love that n'er would fail, The grayhaired mother stroked her daughter's head, And I fancied I could trace just a tear on her kind face, As she placed my sweetheart's hand in mine and said, She was bred in old Kentucky, Where the meadow grass is blue, There's the sunshine of the country, in her face and manner too; She was bred in old Kentucky, Take her boy, you're mighty lucky, When you marry a girl like Sue. Many years have pass'd away since that well remember'd day, When to that dear old Kentucky home I came; And my happiness thro' life, was my sweetheart friend and wife, For the sunshine in her heart remained the same. I am sitting all alone, in the place we've long called home, For yesterday my darling passed away; Tho' in tears I think with joy of the day when but a oy, That I took her hand and heard her mother say, She was bred in old Kentucky, Where the meadow grass is blue, There's the sunshine of the country, in her face and manner too; She was bred in old Kentucky, Take her boy, you're mighty lucky, When you marry a girl like Sue.
