VAGRANT VERSE

Southland Times, Issue 18846, 11 June 1920, Page 4

VAGRANT VERSE

WANDERIN’ MAISIE. (Written for the Southland Times.) O, lang the road an’ dreary, An’ day is at its close; Puir Maisie’s heart is weary As on an’ on she goes, Noo up, noo doon, the dusty way, Amid the shadows gatherin’ gray. Her ecu are dim wi’ we«pin’, Her aincc bricht cheeks are wan; Her ain dear lad is sleepin’ Aw a’ where breaks the dawn; Her a’ in a’ faur distant lies, Cauld, cauld aneath gray Northern skua. O, ha’e ye seen my true love? She asks ilk i’ the w-ay; O, ha’e ye seen my true love, Sae gallant an’ sae gay ? He vowed that he’d come back tae m* Across the wide and stormy sea. O, ha’e ye seen my true love Whose heart is a’ my ain? 0. ha’e ye seen my true love? For him I sigh and mane; I’m seekin’ him baith faur an’ near. The lad 1 lo’e, the lad sae dear. If ye’ve no seen my true love Then I raun onward gae, For I mun find my true love Afore the break o’ day: I hear him softly calling me An’ I mun on or I mun dee. 0, lang the road an’ dreary, But longest road has end, An’ she has met her dearie Whaur spirits fondly blend: Puir Maisie’s weary search is dune; She’s met him in the warld abune. —Robert Francis, Bluff, June 10.