THE “COTTON PLANT” STOVE

Air Home Sweet Home

O’er mountain and moor, though we ever many rove,

Our hearts turn with fondness back to that Stove

Where we sat in our childhood, a warming our toes,

And found mem’ry ecstatic, hails its old time repose.

            Stove---Stove---Cotton Plant Stove.
There’s no Stove like thee, there’s no other Stove

Forced to cook on another, we quickly replaced,
O, give me the Cotton Plant: that is the shrine
Where I’d being all the edibles. Juicy and sweet
In its oven. Let all that is good ever meat,
Stove---Stove---cheap, beat Stove.
There’s no Stove like thee, there’s no other Stove

Had I Stoves placed before me to test by my choice

For the Cotton Plant Stove I’d raise loudly my voice,

For with plenty put in it, ‘twill being out a store;

And with little put in it. That little yields more
Stove---Stove---like thee, there’s no other Stove.
There’s no Stove like thee, there’s no other Stove

Title:  THE “COTTON PLANT” STOVE
Author: Unknown
Location: Unknown
Year:  Unknown
Media:  Newspaper article, glued to Page 171 of the Ledger of Captain W. B. Blair

 
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