Cumberland Gap Tenn June 6 – 1862

Dear Wife I imbrace the present oppertunity
of Riting you a few lines to in form you that
I am well at this time hoping that thes
few lines may find find you all
well and doing well I havent got
eny letter from you cense last
monday nite was a weak it look
Strange to me that you havent got
time to Rite once a weak what few
ltters I git is about all the Satesfaction
I have I looket fur one last monday nite
and was so shore that
I would git one that I bet that I would
git one and lost the bet if you doant
git aletter every friday you may no
that thare is Something Rong fur I
am shore to Rite wither it gits thare
or not & when you Rite you onely
Rite afew lines & it doant take but
a few words of Conversation to
fill a Sheet of paper you need not
Send no more paper I baught 1 1/2 quires
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tel the children that I am fat
& Sassy I would be glad I had
John hear with me but I doant no
what I would do with him when I
go on picket tel the children all
howdy fur me & kiss them all
I Send you a song balled I made
part of it it will Sing to eny
Common meeterd tune I doant
hear eny talk of draw day and I am
out of money but I doant want you
to Send me eny fur I can git as
much as I want hear & more too
I all so send you my hart and hand
fer you to meet me in the promice
land I am giting so I can do eny thing
I can bake biscuet go to the Spring &
go to the old spekel hens nest by my
Self I would be glad to see you all
so good nite H. W. Robinson
To Elisabeth Robinson & his
famley Rite Soon if not Sooner

[on a separate sheet, the “song balled” mentioned above]

Youn Sqier
Tha was a young Squire 1 Thousans off years Made Strate way to prety Marys
he made his ofears
her Riches was More then a King could persess her wisdom & Buty promised all
of this
O Mary o Mary o Mary Sed he I am Sory that My love and yours cant agree
if your hatreds doant turn to love I am afraid My Ruin shall prove
no hatreds fore you nor no other man but to love you I doant think I can
nor for to stop you in all your discors I never can have unless I am force
no forcing prety Mary no forcing he crid no forcing prety
Mary all tho I hate to be denied
farewell to you Mary fare well I am gon fore I hant the least Doat
but what you Scorn will come on twenty weaks was jest
gone and past before this young lady was taken at last
She sent for this young Man that she did once deny
to come and See her before she did dye am I the young man
that you Sent fore me heare am I the young man that
you once love so deare yes you are the young doctor
that can kill or can cure without your asistance
I am ruined I Shore O Mary O Mary sade he and doant
you Rember that I once corted the and doant you
Rember you denide me with Scorn now I shal Rewade
you for what is past and gon for what is past and
gon love for git & for giv and grant me some longer
a time here to live
I Neare Shal for give you during my breath but Ill dance
on your grave when your laide in the irth off her fingers
pulled dimond Ring three Saing take theas and ware
them when you are dancing on me but when your
don dancing over Mary o queen then fley from your
callers & bee no more seen now Mary is dead as
we may all sopose & to some Rich lady left all her
fine clothes her body must lye in this cold Beed
of clay & her Ried Rosey cheeks lye Moldring away
fare well to my parents fare well to my frends
likewise to this young man God Make him amence
I freeley for giv him all [?????????]
times my folley I See