Poems by "Cushag"/The Wans from Up
THE WANS FROM UP
"Mother," she said, "when you're not by,
There's lil wans talkin' to me,
They're showin' me pictures out in the sky,
Where the sun sets over the sea.
Will I lave a piece of my supper," she said,
"An' a dhrop of milk in the cup?
D'you think its Fairies thass in?" she said.
—I'm thinkin' 'twas Wans from Up.
"Mother," she said, "when the nights is long
There's lil wans comin' to me.
They're bringin' a harp an' makin' a song,
An' houlin' a light to see.
I'll lave a bit of my supper," she said,
"An' a tase of milk in the cup;
I'm thinkin' its Fayries thass in," she said,
—But I knew it was Wans from Up.
"Mother," she said, "my head is sore,
An' the lil wans is callin' me;
They say there's a boat waitin' down at the shore
To take me a sail on the sea.
Keep by a piece of my supper," she said,
"An' lave some milk in the cup;
I'll go with the Fayries a bit," she said.
—An' she went to the Wans from Up.