I shut thon windies, sure, That's openin' wide the day;— I strived to whisht the bleatin' lambs Down by fernenst the brae! I stole an' closed the door; I latched the windies tight;— The bleatin' av the lambs was on me— God's new wee lambs thon night! Ay, troth, I took the road, I faced my way to town;— To-day I'm thankin' God there's lambs, An' heartsome sheep aroun'! Bewhiles I dream av fields— Wide fields, an' slow, glad sheep;— When bleatin' av wee lambs is on me, Dream-childer comes wid sleep! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...MA LADY'S LIPS AM LIKE DE HONEY (NEGRO LOVE SONG) by JAMES WELDON JOHNSON A CROWNED POET by ANNE REEVE ALDRICH LAURENCE BLOOMFIELD IN IRELAND: 8. THE EVICTION by WILLIAM ALLINGHAM ON THE GRASSHOPPER by ANACREON PHANTOMS IN GREEN by STANLEY KILNER BOOTH |