I mind the jauntin'-cars a jinglin' Down the hill by Bracknaburn; I mind the jauntin'-cars a joltin' Roun' the ruts by Davy's Turn; But troth a little cart a drivin' Past a cherry-tree ablow— Ay, thon's the noiseless wheels I'm hearin' When the peat burns low! 'Tis like there's jauntin'-cars still jinglin' Down the hill by Bracknaburn; Ay, troth, an' jauntin'-cars a joltin' Past the wood by Davy's Turn; But och! no little cart's a hidin' Where we kissed for cherry-bloom!— Sure 'tis but drifts av snow that's drivin' Roun' my lone, wee room! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...MY HEART'S IN THE HIGHLANDS by ROBERT BURNS HOW WE BEAT THE FAVOURITE by ADAM LINDSAY GORDON PRAYERS OF STEEL by CARL SANDBURG THE LAST MAN: A RUFFIAN by THOMAS LOVELL BEDDOES ENTANGLEMENT by EDMUND CHARLES BLUNDEN ABER STATIONS: STATIO QUINTA by THOMAS EDWARD BROWN TO K. H. by THOMAS EDWARD BROWN ON AN INFANT UNBORN, AND THE MOTHER DYING IN TRAVAIL by WILLIAM BROWNE (1591-1643) |