FREE BOOKS

Author's List




PREV.   NEXT  
|<   5   6   7   8   9   10   11   12   13   14   15   16   17   18   19   20   21   22   23   24   25   26   27   28   29  
30   >>  
share. At length he screw'd his courage up To leave his native shore; An' goa where wealth wor worshipped less, An' men wor valued moor. He towld his tale;--poor lass!--a tear Just glistened in her e'e; Then soft shoo whispered, "please thisen, But think sometimes o' me: An' whether tha's gooid luck or ill, Tha knows aw shall be glad To see thee safe at hooam agean, An' welcome back mi lad." "Awl labor on, an' do mi best; Tho' lonely aw must feel, But awst be happy an content If tha be dooin weel. But ne'er forget tho' waves may roll, An' keep us far apart; Thas left a poor, poor lass behind, An taen away her heart." "Dost think 'at aw can e'er forget, Wheariver aw may rooam, That bonny face an' lovin heart, Awve prized soa dear at hoam? Nay lass, nooan soa, be sure o' this, 'At till next time we meet Tha'll be mi first thowt ivery morn, An' last thowt ivery neet." He went a way an' years flew by, But tidins seldom came; Shoo couldn't help, at times, a sigh, But breathed noa word o' blame; When one fine day a letter came, 'Twor browt to her at th' mill, Shoo read it, an' her tremlin bands, An' beating heart stood still. Her fellow workers gathered raand An caught her as shoo fell, An' as her heead droop'd o' ther arms, Shoo sighed a sad "farewell. Poor lass! her love had proved untrue, He'd play'd a traitor's part, He'd taen another for his bride, An' broke a trustin heart." Her doleful story sooin wor known, An' monny a tear wor shed; They took her hooam an' had her laid, Upon her humble bed; Shoo'd nawther kith nor kin to come Her burial fees to pay; But some poor comrade's undertuk, To see her put away. Each gave what little helps they could, From aat ther scanty stoor; I' hopes 'at some at roll'd i' wealth Wod give a trifle moor. But th' maisters ordered 'em away, Abaat ther business, sharp! For shoo'd deed withaat a nooatice, An' shoo hadn't fell'd her warp. To a Daisy, Found blooming March 7th. A'a awm feeared tha's come too sooin, Little daisy! Pray, whativer wor ta doin? Are ta crazy? Winter winds are blowin' yet, Tha'll be starved, mi little pet. Did a gleam'o' sunshine warm thee, An deceive thee? Niver let appearance charm thee, For believe me, Smiles tha'll find are oft but snares, Laid to catch thee unawares. Still aw think it luks a shame,
PREV.   NEXT  
|<   5   6   7   8   9   10   11   12   13   14   15   16   17   18   19   20   21   22   23   24   25   26   27   28   29  
30   >>  



Top keywords:

forget

 

wealth

 

burial

 

caught

 

farewell

 

sighed

 

undertuk

 

comrade

 

traitor

 

untrue


trustin

 

doleful

 
proved
 

humble

 

nawther

 
business
 

starved

 

sunshine

 

deceive

 
blowin

whativer

 

Winter

 

unawares

 

snares

 
appearance
 

Smiles

 

maisters

 
trifle
 

ordered

 

scanty


feeared

 

Little

 
blooming
 

nooatice

 

withaat

 

lonely

 

content

 
native
 
worshipped
 

length


courage

 

valued

 

whispered

 

thisen

 

glistened

 

breathed

 

tidins

 
couldn
 

seldom

 

beating