Moeving Day

Moeving Day

I've seen an army put to rout,
And whole battalions turn about,

And flee away from trouble;

And I have seen great towns ransak'd,
And lofty spires by earthquakes rack'd,

And thought them a mere bubble.

But Oh! I've seen with trembling fear,
The dreadful moveing day draw near,

With all its sad vexation;

When dire confusion rules the day,
And female power usurpe the sway;

As if it were a nation.

When broke fragments strew the way,
And tables, chairs, in dread array,

Are pil'd upon each other;

And kettles, pots, in one great heap,
Thrown in with beds and glasses, keep

Up one perpetual bother.

The "Washing Day" is far more fair,
I witness it without "despair,"

For there is no reproving;

But Oh! I hope I ne'er again
Shall be compell'd to feel the pain,

The agony of moveing.

Unattributed

1:8, p. 32

1827.05.04