My blessings on ye, honest wife! I ne'er was here before; Ye've wealth o' gear for spoon and knife -- Heart could not wish for more. Heav'n keep you clear o' sturt and strife, Till far ayont fourscore, And while I toddle on thro' life, I'll ne'er gae by your door! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...A WINTER NIGHT by WILLIAM BARNES THE LITTLE DANCERS by LAURENCE BINYON AT THE CLOSED GATE OF JUSTICE by JAMES DAVID CORROTHERS ECHOES: 9 by WILLIAM ERNEST HENLEY EPITAPH ON AN ARMY OF MERCENARIES by ALFRED EDWARD HOUSMAN GIVE ME THY HEART by ADELAIDE ANNE PROCTER ODE ON THE DEATH OF THE DUKE OF WELLINGTON by ALFRED TENNYSON |