And then I'm seein' the lumpers all playin' about on the flure,
With pussy-bogh sthretchin' her back, and Daa
comin' in on the dhure;
An' a long little family at us, Henery, John, an' Lil,
An' wan that was took at the Angels, an' Miriam Maud, an' Bill.
Henery went for a sailor, an' the ship went down in the night,
But I'm seein' him readin' his book when the
bons is burnin' bright;
An' I'm feelin' me fut for the cradle, an' the tear
dhroppin' down from the eye,
For the wan that was took at the Angels when I
hadn't no time to cry.
Johnny was studdy uncommon, an' terrible fon' of the lan',
An' helpin' Daa with the bases an' givin' us all a han';
Billy an' him went foreign—I h'ard they were doin' well,
But, the name of the place they was to, is beatin' all to tell.
The gels is married on farmers, an' bringin' a boy or a chile
For to see th' oul' granny an' all, an' be rared at
me here for a while;
But I'm all as well by myself, for then in the
mids of the night
I can stir up the bons on the chiollagh till the
house is full of light.
An' I sit with a fut on the cradle till the blaze is dyin' down,
An' the childher goin' a-mixin' with the shaddas creepenin' roun';
I'm watchin' wan an' another, an' always her that was took,
An' Daa comin' in on the dhure, an' Henery readin' his book.
THE INHERITANCE.
The lands that should have come to him
Were gone with stock and store.
They dug a little grave for him,
What was he wantin' more.
The trees that should have grown for him
Had vanished long before.
They carved a little chiss for him
What was he wantin' more.
The gown his mother worked for him,
Put ready in the drawer,
Was doin' a little shroud for him,
What was he wantin' more.