Poetry.

Southern Cross, Volume 2, Issue 9, 2 June 1894, Page 5

Poetry.

CANNY LOVE. (By Andrew Kinross.) Although some poets write o’ love, I think they maun be daft. When praising waists sae unco sma’, an’ harm sae white and saft ; I’d raither hae a braw Scotch lass, wi’ airm» sae stoot and strong— The lass can do a guid day’s wark is worthy o’ a song. When I come tae my hoose at night, an’ a.* sae dark an’ cauld. It seems a waefu’ thocht to think that I an* growing auld, An’ hae nae wife tae welcome me, nae baira tae ea’ me dad ; That I maun leeve a lonely life aft makes me soor an’ sad. I’d like tae get a decent wife tae tidy up the hoose. Tae licht the fire, an’ wash my claes, and keep, things clean an’ spruce, Wha didu’a care for fal-de-rals, an’ wasnai hard tae please, An’ wore her warking petticoats no far below her knees. Sae if there’s ony sonsie lass would like ta* get a mna, An’ if she thinks that I would suit, a wedding we might plan; An’ though I camia talk o’ love as some glibpoets may, We micht get on just quite as weel as warmer lovers dae. '