Lucille

A Speech Delivered by 

The Daughter of A Tenant Farmer

In Her High School Junior Year, 1927

Her Family Worked the Land Near Millport Alabama

And She Walked Five Miles To and From Liberty High School

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The Hayseeder's Lament

Written by W. T. Daffron, my grandfather, of Millport Alabama, probably in 1932. It was the height of the Great Depression. 

The Hayseeder’s Lament

What do you think

About the gink

And all this high-brow clan

Who congregate

And advocate

Bankhead’s reduction plan

We raise our cotton

For markets rotten

We freely will admit

But it’s a fact

This Bankhead Act

Don’t help a doggon bit

We plant the seed

And tend the weed

Side dress with guano

We plow and hoe

Keep on the go

No rest so help us Hannah

We work and sweat

Just fume and fret

And worry every day

Haul it to town

And with a frown

Give half the stuff away

We have to sign

On dotted line

At every turn we make

Then buy permits

And send remits

With that we can rake

We pay the ginner

The real winner

In this old game of chance

His biz is brisk

He takes no risk

Your see that at a glance

We count our dough

And hope to go

Right out and buy a shirt

Some calico

And thread you know

To make the wife a skirt

We heave a sigh

And almost cry

To find we’re in a pickle

A note past due

For 10-2-2

Don’t leave a blessed nickel

No shoes, no socks

No calico frocks

Nor just an old straw lid

Not even a hope

To buy a dope

Or candy for the kid

Can’t sell a cow

A pig or sow

A turkey, goose or guinea

Everyone broke

Their stuff in soak

Nobody’s got a penny

No money to spend

No one to lend

A penny on our note

All of us busted

No one trusted

To lead a billy goat

Everybody knows

We have no clothes

Our children unerfed

So tell us quick

What stunt or trick

We’ll pull to get some bread

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"Dope" was Daffron's term for medicine. Bankhead alludes to one of the New Deal's programs. It paid farmers to not plant some acreage in an effort to raise commodity prices.