|1902/00/00||James Hillary Mulligan||Author||James Mulligan writes "In Kentucky" in the library of Maxwell Place, on yellow scratch paper and the first drafts, born in agony, were crumpled into the wastebasket, as he transferred the lilting lines to his antediluvian typewriter.||Maxwell Place||Lexington, KY|
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|Art Type||Poem||writing that partakes of the nature of both speech and song that is typically rhythmical, usually metaphorical, and often exhibits such formal elements as meter, rhyme and stanzaic structure.|
The moonlight falls the softestIn Kentucky;The summer days come oftestIn Kentucky;Friendship is the strongest,Love's light glows the longest;Yet, wrong is always wrongestIn Kentucky.
Life's burdens bear the lightestIn Kentucky;The home fires burn the brightestIn Kentucky;While players are the keenest,Cards come out the meanest,The pocket empties cleanestIn Kentucky.
The sun shines ever brightestIn Kentucky;The breezes whisper lightestIn Kentucky;Plain girls are the fewest,Maiden's eyes the bluest,Their little hearts are truestIn Kentucky.
Orators are the grandestIn Kentucky;Officials are the blandestIn Kentucky;Boys are all the fliest,Danger ever nighest,And taxes are the highestIn Kentucky.
The bluegrass waves the bluestIn Kentucky;Yet, bluebloods are the fewestIn Kentucky;Moonshine is the clearest,By no means the dearest,And yet it acts the queerestIn Kentucky.
The dove-notes are the saddestIn Kentucky;The streams dance on the gladdestIn Kentucky;Hip pockets are the thickest,Pistol hands the slickest,The cylinder turns quickestIn Kentucky.
The song birds are the sweetestIn Kentucky;The thoroughbreds are fleetestIn Kentucky;Mountains tower proudest,Thunders peal the loudest,The landscape is the grandest-And politics-the damnedestIn Kentucky.×