The Furlough

Most young men seem willing to go
Right to the line howbiet they know

‘Twas no different for Marv and me
Adventure was for both I and he

It began the spring of fifty-eight
That we both took leave the same date

And set out we for a Missouri farm
Each practicing courtesy and charm

Our furlough sped by in one great flash
As did most of our borrowed cash

A week later we met in Rich Hill
Between us we had a five dollar bill

We wiped the tears from our maids’ dread
Then toward Carolina we both sped

If late returning to we were
Big trouble would surly occur

We made it back in the nick of time
With a penny and one thin dime.

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