Friday first's the day appointed By the Right Worshipful anointed, To hold our grand procession; To get a blad o' Johnie's morals, And taste a swatch o' Manson's barrels I' the way of our profession. The Master and the Brotherhood Would a' be glad to see you; For me I would be mair than proud To share the mercies wi' you. If Death, then, wi' skaith, then, Some mortal heart is hechtin, Inform him, and storm him, That Saturday you'll fetch him. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...O DREAMS, O DESTINATIONS by CECIL DAY LEWIS POSTHUMOUS by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON RETROSPECT by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON THE POET (2) by ISAAC ROSENBERG THE RIGHT TO GRIEF by CARL SANDBURG THEME IN YELLOW by CARL SANDBURG |