TIS but a teeny mite Hard, road side edge, Ol' missus' candle light Shines through thet broken hedge. Reach me my coät, lads, Give me a lift into it, Rowin' they tater-clads Tasks me to do it Terribly; Time was when I weer mad Diggin' by star's light, Now I am mortial glad T'reach my dure-ajar's light, 'N' eat my tea. Reach me my toöls, boys, Ah mun quit this talk 'n' lurry; Theer's my ol' missus' voice Calls:"Ol' meastur, hurry, Y'r tea-time's come." Smells from the chimney side Sniff down this plaguy mist, Wanst I'd wander far an' wide, Now I'm terr'ble stiff an' whist 'N' stay at home. 'Tis but a yeard or two Hard road, thank God. Then off the hard an' goo Home on the sod. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...SPOON RIVER ANTHOLOGY: JOHN CABANIS by EDGAR LEE MASTERS HOW WE BEAT THE FAVOURITE by ADAM LINDSAY GORDON A SEA DIALOGUE by OLIVER WENDELL HOLMES EPITAPH ON A CAT by JOACHIM DU BELLAY THE BURIAL OF ROBERT BROWNING by KATHERINE HARRIS BRADLEY EXTEMPORE, ON PASSING A LADY'S CARRIAGE by ROBERT BURNS TO CAROLINE (4) by GEORGE GORDON BYRON AN OLD VERMONT CELLAR HOLE by DANIEL LEAVENS CADY TO DELIA: DEDICATORY SONNET TO LADY MARY, COUNTESS OF PEMBROKE by SAMUEL DANIEL |