I live with her and Harry.
The rest are all away,
My Magpie's married to a man,
Who lives in Plymouth Bay.
See, there are Harry's children,
And now he's got his net
To carry home the baby in.
She's Harry's little pet.
CRADLED IN HIS CALLING.
So good-day, Master Stanley.
But come again, my dear,
I've many another yarn to spin,
If you should care to hear.
And bring your sister with you.
There's something in her eyes
That makes me think of little Jess.
She's just about her size.
I often sit and wonder,
If children older grow;
I lost her, Master Stanley,
Some thirty years ago.
FATHER'S JOY.
They say old folks love dreaming,
Of things long since gone by:
I know when I begin to dream
A tear comes in my eye.
But I am sailing Homewards
The Harbour is in sight,
And we shall be together lad,
Within the Home of light.
It was upon her birthday,
The day she was eleven,
Just ask your Mother if she thinks
That they grow old in Heaven.
I sit and think about her,
And think of Polly too;
I seem to hear them speak to me,
I sometimes think they do.