SOUL Day, Soul Day, Saul: One for Peter, two for Paul: Three for Him who made us all. An apple or a pear, a plum or a cherry, Any good thing that will make us all merry. Put your hand in your pocket and pull out your keys: Go down in the cellar, bring up what you please: A glass of your wine, or a cup of your beer, And we'll never come souling till this time next year. We are a pack of merry boys all in the mind, We have come a-souling for what we can find. Soul, soul, sole of my shoe: If you have no apples, money will do. Up with your kettle, and down with your pan: Give us an answer—and let us be gone. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...TO W.E.B. DUBOIS - SCHOLAR by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON POSSUM SONG (A WARNING) by JAMES WELDON JOHNSON DOMESDAY BOOK: AT NICE by EDGAR LEE MASTERS TO WHISTLER, AMERICAN; ON LOAN EXHIBIT OF PAINTINGS AT TATE GALLERY by EZRA POUND LANCELOT by EDWIN ARLINGTON ROBINSON |