From the book, Have-A-Look Poems, by B. Wees, published in 1946 in Elkins, WV On The Greenbrier We’ve been restin’ from our labors. Visitin’ our friends and neighbors, Takin' what we’ll call a little “auto tramp,” Down in Pocahontas County, And partakin’ of their bounty, On the Greenbrier where the Wilmoth’s have their camp.
There are “paw” and “Maw” and Frances, And Lorain who loves nice dances, And Em’ly who delights to swim and tramp, All on deck but “Peesly”—Russell, Who will soon get out and hustle, To the Greenbrier where the Wilmoth’s have their camp.
When the sun shines hot and “blazy”, Feller gits so all-fired lazy, Hasn’t energy enough to lick a stamp, He jes’ slides into the water Like a muskrat or an otter In the Greenbrier—where the Wilmoth’s have their camp.
‘Lon jes’ delights and glories In a tellin’ big fish stories— Whoppers that “out-whop” Aladdin and his lamp— Why, the fish that swollered Joney Wasn’t nothin’ like as tony As the ones he ketches there at Wilmoth camp.
When the thunder rolled and rumbled, And the black clouds whirled and tumbled, And spilled some rain that seemed uncommon damp, Don asks: “Tell me what we will do?” Frances sez: “We’ll rust and mill-dew”— On the Greenbrier where the Wilmoth’s have their camp.
When the katydid and cricket Start their music in the thicket, And the lightnin’ bug hangs out his tiny lamp, The folks gather laughin’ lightly ‘Round the camp-fire burnin’ brightly, On the Greenbrier where the Wilmoth’s have their camp.