"For when he went off it's so sick was the childer She niver held up her blue eyes to his face; And when I'd be cryin' he 'd look but the wilder, An' say, 'Would you wish for the counthry's disgrace?' "So he left her in danger, and me sorely gratin', To follow the flag wid an Irishman's joy;O, it's often I drame of the big drums a batin', An' a bullet gone straight to the heart of me boy. "An' say will he send me a bit of his money, For the rint an' the docther's bill, due in a wake; - Ah, faith, I've no right with such freedom to spake. "What, Patrick O'Connor! No, no, 'tis some other! Dead! dead! no, not him! 'Tis a wake scarce gone by. "Don't tell me! It's not him! O God, am I crazy? "The room is so dark, I'm not seein' yer Honor, -M. A. Dennison. OUR FOLKS "Hi! Harry Holly! Halt!- and tell It's months ago since I was there,- "You did? Shake hands,- O, ain't I glad; People think A soldier's heart is mighty tough; "And so you saw them when? and where? is he hearty yet? The old man Or does she seem to pine and fret For me? And Sis?-has she grown tall? And did you see her friend That Annie Moss - you know (How this pipe chokes!) Where did you see her? — tell me, Hal, A lot of news about our folks. "You saw them in the church - you say; It's likely, for they 're always there. Not Sunday? no? A funeral? Who? Who, Harry? how you shake and stare! All well, you say, and all were out; What ails you, Hal? Is this a hoax? Why don't you tell me, like a man, What is the matter with our folks?" "I said all well, old comrade, true; I say all well, for He knows best Fair Annie blooms no more! And that's the matter with your folks. "See, this long curl was kept for you; But in my throat there's something chokes, "I s'pose she must be happy now, She's safe up there, -Mrs. Ethel Lynn Beers. AULD ROBIN GRAY When the sheep are in the fauld, and the kye at hame, And a' the warld to sleep are gane, The waes o' my heart fa' in showers frae my ee, Young Jamie loo'd me weel, and socht me for his bride; To mak that croun a pund, young Jamie gaed to sea; He had na been awa a week but only twa, When my mother she fell sick, and the cow was stown awa; My father cou'dna work, and my mother cou'dna spin; My heart it said nay, for I looked for Jamie back; My father argued sair- my mother didna speak, But she lookit in my face till my heart was like to break; Sae they gied him my hand, though my heart was in the sea; An auld Robin Gray was gudeman to me. I hadna been a wife, a week but only four, I saw my Jamie's wraith, for I cou'dna think it he, Oh sair, sair did we greet, and muckle did we say; I gang like a ghaist, and I carena to spin; I daurna think of Jamie, for that wad be a sin; For auld Robin Gray is kind unto me. -Lady A. Lindsay. JOHN ANDERSON, MY JO John Anderson, my jo, John, John Anderson, my jo, John, Robert Burns. |