I get no sleep in lambing nights, My woman gets no sleep; We fold the ewes if we sniff a thaw, And when they yean as we crouch in the straw She takes the lambs by our horn-fogged lights While I do handle the sheep. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...PEG OF LIMAVADDY by WILLIAM MAKEPEACE THACKERAY THE DEATH OF HARRISON by NATHANIEL PARKER WILLIS THE LAMP OF HERO by LOUISE VICTORINE ACKERMANN A CRADLE SONG OF THE NIGHT WIND by WILLIS BOYD ALLEN REPRISAL by PAULINE JONES BURNS |