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Lavenderblue2
26-Jul-09, 14:49
Lay me in yon place, lad,
The gloamin’s thick wi’ nicht;
Ah canna see yer face, lad
Fer ma een’s no richt.
But its ower late fur leein,
Fer ah ken fine ah’m deein,
Like an auld craw feein,
Tae the last o’ the light.

The kye gan tae the byre, lad,
The sheep tae the fauld,
Ye’ll mak a spunk o’ a fire, lad,
Fer ma hert’s growin cauld;
And whaur the trees are meetin,
There’s a sound like waters beatin,
An the birds seem near tae greetin
That was aye singin bauld.

There’s just the tent tae leave, lad,
Ah’ve gathered little gear,
There’s just yersel’ tae grieve, lad,
An the auld dug lyin here;
But when the morn comes creepin
And the waukin birds are cheepin,
Ye’ll find me lyin sleepin,
As I’ve slept saxty year.

Ye’ll rise tae meet the sun, lad,
An baith be trevellin west,
But me that’s auld an done, lad,
Ah’ll bide an’ take ma rest;
For the grey heed is bendin
And this auld shoe needs mendin,
But the trevellin’s near its endin
An the endin’s aye the best.

By Violet Jacob

Taken from the book, ‘ Tears for a Tinker’, written by Jess Smith

ciderally
18-Aug-09, 18:43
thank you ....

horseman
25-Oct-09, 10:46
What an absolutely lovely eulogy.

Iffy
25-Oct-09, 15:35
What a beautiful poem Lavender...

So poignant of yesteryear.....