TIS but a teeny mite Hard, road side edge, Ol' missus' candle light Shines through thet broken hedge. Reach me my coät, lads, Give me a lift into it, Rowin' they tater-clads Tasks me to do it Terribly; Time was when I weer mad Diggin' by star's light, Now I am mortial glad T'reach my dure-ajar's light, 'N' eat my tea. Reach me my toöls, boys, Ah mun quit this talk 'n' lurry; Theer's my ol' missus' voice Calls:"Ol' meastur, hurry, Y'r tea-time's come." Smells from the chimney side Sniff down this plaguy mist, Wanst I'd wander far an' wide, Now I'm terr'ble stiff an' whist 'N' stay at home. 'Tis but a yeard or two Hard road, thank God. Then off the hard an' goo Home on the sod. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...STOPPING BY WOODS ON A SNOWY EVENING by ROBERT FROST THE BALLAD OF THE FOXHUNTER by WILLIAM BUTLER YEATS THE BIRDS' BALL by C. W. BARDEEN S. BARNABAS by JOSEPH BEAUMONT PSALM 133 by OLD TESTAMENT BIBLE THE LOVE SONNETS OF PROTEUS: 42. FAREWELL TO JULIET (4) by WILFRID SCAWEN BLUNT |