He made his brag: "I'll not work my guts out In these damned mines -- I'll marry a rich Indian!" And he did. She was fat and lazy; He grew fat and lazy; They had ten children that swarmed about their door -- unclothed. And the miner-boys laughed Their loud contemptuous guffaw, And swaggered -- They put their hungry lips to bright red ones; And pulled a blonde head close -- and laughed Their loud contemptuous guffaw. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...BUNKER HILL by GEORGE HENRY CALVERT THE SNOWING OF THE PINES' by THOMAS WENTWORTH HIGGINSON THE VIRGIN'S SLUMBER SONG by JOSEPH FRANCIS CARLIN MACDONNELL SKIPPER IRESON'S RIDE by JOHN GREENLEAF WHITTIER THE WIFE'S SONG by ERNEST BENSHIMOL PSALM 137. 'BY THE RIVERS OF BABYLON' by OLD TESTAMENT BIBLE |