Take me for a buggy ride, please

by Michael Brimbau

First published in November/December, 2006, Volume 3, Issue 4, The Hatchet: Journal of Lizzie Borden Studies.

Take me for a buggy ride

Father will you please,

by my side we will go

     to the Croft among the trees,

where the tall maples grow

     and my heart is on its knees.

Take me for a buggy ride

     Mother will not go,

and chase away the morning dew

     to where the warm winds blow,

where passions run true and true

     and tears warm never flow.

Take me for a buggy ride

     Emma will you please,

to the throne where we belong

     where our fancies all run free,

and streets are wide, mansions strong

     with the glimpse of the distant sea.

Take me for a buggy ride

     before it’s all to late,

before the August summer Kill

     away from the house of hate,

to my topaz upon the hill

     before I lose my soul and faith,

Take me for a buggy ride

     Father will you please

where the tall maples grow

     to the Croft among the trees.

Take me for a buggy ride, please