AW, Billy, good sowl! don't cuss! don't cuss! Ye see, these angels is grand to nuss; And it's lek they're feedin' them on some nice air, Or dew or the lek, that's handy there, O Billy, look at my poor poor bress! O Billy, see the full it is! But . . . O my God! . . . but navar mind! There's no doubt them sperrits is very kind -- And of coorse they're that beautiful it's lekly The childher is takin to them directly -- Eh, Billy, eh? . . . And . . . O my head! Billy, Billy, come to bed! . . . And the little things that navar knew sin -- And everything as nate as a pin: And the lovely bells goin' ding-a-lingin' -- And of coorse we've allis heard of their singin'. But won't he want me when he'll be wakin'? Will they take him up when he's wantin' takin'? I hope he'll not be left in the dark -- He was allis used to make a wark If a body'd lave him the smallest minute -- Dear me! the little linnet -- But I forgot -- it's allis light In yandhar place . . . All right! all right! I forgot, ye see, . . . I'm not very well . . . @3Light@1, was I sayin'? but who can tell? Bad for the eyes, though . . . but a little curtain On a string, ye know -- aw certain! certain! Let me feel your face, Billy! Jus' us two! Aw, Billy, the sorry I am for you! Aw 'deed it is, Billy, -- very disthressin' To lave your childher to another pessin -- But . . . all the little rooms that's theer -- And Jesus walkin' up the steer, And tappin' lek -- I see! I see! -- O Jesus Christ, have pity on me! But He'll come, He'll come! He'll give a look Jus' to see the care that's took -- O! there's no doubt He's very gud -- O, I think He wud, I think He wud! But still . . . but still . . . but I don't know . . . O Billy! I think I'd like to go -- What's that, Billy? did ye hear a cry? O Illiam, the sweet it'd be to die! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...ON FIRST ENTERING WESTMINSTER ABBEY by LOUISE IMOGEN GUINEY TO LEIGH HUNT, ESQ. by JOHN KEATS THE BARREL-ORGAN by ALFRED NOYES THE LAMENT OF THE FLOWERS by JONES VERY THE GREEK BOY by WILLIAM CULLEN BRYANT LAMENT OF MARY, QUEEN OF SCOTS, ON THE APPROACH OF SPRING by ROBERT BURNS SONNET: 128 by LUIS DE CAMOENS AIRS SUNG AT BROUGHAM CASTLE: THE LORDS WELCOME by THOMAS CAMPION |