Not too far, not too near, but in between
She lived in a big white house
Ivy climbing up the window screen
One morning when the old gray rooster
Mary Jenkins rose up from her bed
To milk the cows and get the
She gathered eggs, slopped the hogs,
Pitched up the sorrel and the roam
Then she climbed into her buggy
and gave the reins a flick
Rode toward the depot all alone
and the train came a -rollin' in
She backed the team into the station yard
And a coffin wasn't loaded
in place to board her rig
She rode back to her farm without
She hired some boys to dig the grave
and help her with the box
While the heat of the noonday
and metal that fastened to the lid
Filled the hole and stuck
the cross into the ground
Then she sat down in her rocking chair
And once again by candlelight she read
That let ter with the solemn words
prayed, put out the light,