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CALLING OF THE NAME.
I was down alone in the Moaney,
Nobody else was near,
When my name was goin' a'callin'
Low an' sof an' clear.
None was I seein' aroun' me,
Never a face of clay;
An' my name was goin' a'callin'
Jus' at the close of day.
The childher it's like were callin',
Wantin' you they'd be
For a twilight play in the haggart
Under the tramman tree.
None of the childher was near me,
Gone to their homes they were;
An' my name was goin' a'callin'
Over the Moaney there.
Daddy it's like was callin'
Wantin' your help awhile,
Dhrivin' the sheep he would be
Over beyond the stile.
Daddy was gone to the mountain,
I saw him against the sky,
An' my name was goin' a'callin'
Like a whisper passin' by.
