BONS.
It'll be in the teens of years I'm livin' here alone,
An' the house is bare at me, too, like a ness when the birds is flown;
But the days is lonelier far pas' what it is in the night,
For then I'm stirrin' the bons till the house is full of light.
And then I'm seein' the lumpers all playin' about on the flure,
With pussy-bogh sthretchin' her back, and Daa comin' in on the dhure;
An' a long little family at us, Henery, John, an' Lil,
An' wan that was took at the Angels, an' Miriam Maud, an' Bill.
Henery went for a sailor, an' the ship went down in the night,
But I'm seein' him readin' his book when the bons is burnin' bright;
An' I'm feelin' me fut for the cradle, an' the tear dhroppin' down from the eye,
For the wan that was took at the Angels when I hadn't no time to cry.
