The Tinker's Son
Brogues of buttermilk, petticoats of glass!
Light-footed Unah walks on the grass.
Light-footed Unah from Carrigdun,
Wild in her love for the tinker's son.
Her mother, she stands by the brown half-door.
“A saucy heart,” her words, “will soon be sore,
For the high step to earth, though high as a hill!
But nothing can break a proud girl's will!
“Cows,” said the mother. “And seven at stake—
The milk they give, and the butter they make!
And this to be all for her breed and birth:
A tinker's cart on the roads of the earth!
“And four score sheep stand thick on the braes.
Head-high one that another can graze!
And the geese on the holm. Oh, more than one
Has been stuffed in the sack of the tinker's son!”
Brogues of buttermilk, petticoats of glass!
Light-footed Unah walks on the grass.
Light-footed Unah from Carrigdun,
Wild in her love for the tinker's son!
Light-footed Unah walks on the grass.
Light-footed Unah from Carrigdun,
Wild in her love for the tinker's son.
Her mother, she stands by the brown half-door.
“A saucy heart,” her words, “will soon be sore,
For the high step to earth, though high as a hill!
But nothing can break a proud girl's will!
“Cows,” said the mother. “And seven at stake—
The milk they give, and the butter they make!
And this to be all for her breed and birth:
A tinker's cart on the roads of the earth!
“And four score sheep stand thick on the braes.
Head-high one that another can graze!
And the geese on the holm. Oh, more than one
Has been stuffed in the sack of the tinker's son!”
Brogues of buttermilk, petticoats of glass!
Light-footed Unah walks on the grass.
Light-footed Unah from Carrigdun,
Wild in her love for the tinker's son!
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