OLD WOMAN OF THE ROADS
(Copied.) < Oh, to have a little house! To own the hearth, the stool, and j all. The heaped-up sods upon the fire, The pile of turf against the wall! To have a clock with weights and chains, And pendulum swinging up and down, A dresser filled -with shining delf, Speckled with white and blue and brown. I could be busy all the <2ay, Cleaning and sweeping hearth and floor, And fixing on the shelf again My white and blue and speckled store! I could be busy there at night Beside the fire and by myself, Sure of a bed and loth to leave The ticking clock and shining delf! Och! but I'm weary of mist and dark, Of roads where there's never a house or bush, And tired I am of bog and road, Of the crying winds and the lonesome hush. And I am praying to God on high, And I am praying Him night and day, For a little house—a house of my own, Out of the wind's and rain's way! —Padraic Colum. Found by GREAT GREENFEATHER (13). Johnsonville.
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Evening Post, Volume CXXVI, Issue 134, 3 December 1938, Page 20
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186OLD WOMAN OF THE ROADS Evening Post, Volume CXXVI, Issue 134, 3 December 1938, Page 20
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