Poetry

Waikato Times, Volume 2641, Issue 2641, 15 June 1889, Page 1 (Supplement)

Poetry

THROUGH THE HEATHER.

" Which way are you Roinff, Jennie? ''Going through the heather. " Don't you think then, Jennie, lassie, . We would go together ? Through the heather, by the burn, 'Along the plumes of lady-fern, O'er the strath, among the grass, Shall we go together, lass? " 'Deed it's kind of lonely, Jamie." "Then we'll f;o together." And the lassie's cheeks wore pinker Than the belli of " For 'tis lonely by one's sel, And I have a tale to tell; If you'll listen, Jennie, lnss, n Every word shall como to pass. Then she Rave her hand to Jamie, And they went together Up the sunny, silent hillside. Through tho bells »f heather: Oh, the happy, willing fee.t— Oh, the whispers low and sweet— Oh, the tale the lover tells Up among the heather bells. Well might Jennie answer softly, Comiug through the heather: _ " Here's my hand and heart, dear Jamie; We'll aye walk together ; _ Through the heather, up the hill, Though tho wad bo good or ill; Though the skies bo dark or clear, Wo will wulk together, dear. All tho welkin heard them singingSinging both together; " Oh, the happy, happy gloaming We came through tin heather ! Oh, Love's sweet and shining path, O'er the hill and o'er tho strath, By our promise and our bliss— By our sweet bi-throthal kiss— Kain or sun or wind or weather, Hand in hand we'll walk together. THE NEW BABY. Tind friends, T pray extnse mo Prom matin' any speech, Betause I is so 'ittle I ain't dot much for each ; There ain't much edutation In such a 'ittle head ; Besides, I is so seepy And wants to do to bed. But when it turns my bedtime My mamma leaves a light To teep off all ze bonboos Zat visit in ze night. My mamma allus worries l<\ir fear I'll dit a cough, And ties down all ze bedcuse Betauae I ticks 'em off. She. says I'm just as westless As dranpa's tesnut nag, And if I don't seep quiet She'll tie me in a bag ! She's found nnnzzor baby D.xt's noisier zan I, Betause it don't do nofhV But stay in bed and cwy. Ma found it in ze garret Where dranpa teeps dried beef; It's such a funny tolor And ain't dot any teef, And ain't dot any eyebrows, And ain't dot any hair ; In fact, it ain't dot nofiin', Nor nny shoos to wear. I t"le in tuzzor mnrnin' — 'Twos seepin' wiz my ma— To usk it what it* mime was. It only answered ''yeah !" "Tis all wappeij up in flannel And tovered head and ears, And i'.lways cwys for nolfin', But ain't dot any tears ! My dvvneious, ain't it homely ! It looks just like my pug. My pa says when its ewyin It niakci an ugly mug. I thought of ti.m-i-e, 'twas hungry, And davo it citron-cake, It cwyed zen mure zan ever— I (less 'twas stoinit-ache. Mil tall* il " Tootsy-Wootsy," Anil papa tails it " Nigger, ' But Uncle Joe won't touch it, He say-, 11ni.il it's bigger. I squeezed it's 'ittle stomit To aeo if it tould talkIt ain't no betler'n dolly, For nil it did was squawk. No, I don't like new babies, Neizer does Uncle Joe ; He said 'twould take till Trisnjas Before ze cub would grow. But if it is my brozzer. As I heard mamma say, Until sho finds anozzer I'll teep it anyway. —Fred Emerson Brooks, SINCE BRIDGET JOINED THE CHOIR. Thkhb'ss thrubblo came into the house And worritin' and pain, And grief's ct-nio pouriu' on us. When we only looked for rain. 'Tis all because our eldest girl To music did aspire, The divil's walked intil the placo Since Bridget joined the choir. Its slapeless noijhts we're passin' now, riho nivver lel.s us rest, Sho practices on anthems To be given by request. The police Ciinie in to stop the noise, Our rent's tin shillings higher. The devil's walked intil the place Since Bridget joined the choir.