THE NOD O’ THE QUEEN.

Ashburton Guardian, Volume V, Issue 1342, 15 September 1886, Page 2

THE NOD O’ THE QUEEN.

J, E., a local poet, sends na the following as a-“companion lyric to the little poem which appeared in Monday evening’s issue of the Guardian, and which is said to have made such a pleasing impression on the cultivated mind of our exemplary Queen. I’m just an anld woman, _ 'An live down by Deeside, In a cosie wee biggin, Wi’e a son, my ain pride; We’ve a horse an’ a coo, Wie some sheep on the lea, ’An I just feel as prood. As a Queen e’er coaid be. I’m healthy an’ cheery, Tho’ I’m threescore and twa, An’ aye strive for the best, Whatsoe’er may beta’; And when in the anld toon. Our braw Queen I see. For her lauob or her nod I care na’ a flea. I’ve had my ain sorrows— But the greatest o’ a’. When I lost my gnid man. Last year in the fa’. An’ sair did I greet, For nane hinder than he— Could the nod o’ a’ Queen Bring my John back to me ? My son lo’es dear Scotland, An’ his mither as weel; He’s weelfaured an’ brave. An’ his heart’s kind and leaL But he ne’er gaed to Egypt To kill blacks—d’ye see, An’ the nod o’ a’ Queen Is naething to me. J. B.