Classic Poem

He raised the latch iv his father's door,
An' went, the dark look on his face —
I wait an' wait him ivermore,
On him I wait for ivermore,
As not a wan can fill his place.

The kine go east at dawn iv day,
In the cold grey dawn I tell my beads,
But out in the wurl' an' miles away,
An' miles an' miles so far away
My Fergus lives an' niver heeds.

The kine come back to me at eve,
But still he never comes anigh;
Through all the night I pray an' grieve,
Through all the long, black night I grieve,
An' pray to God, an' cry an' cry.

An' " Mary pity me, " I pray,
I pray to God, " Thy will be done, "
But more to her my prayers I say,
To Mary, Mother, more I say,
For long ago she lost her Son.

I look in the fire an' think an' sing,
An' sing the songs he liked to hear,
An' often to my mind I bring
His form an' face, so well I bring,
I think that he is very near.

I weep thro' all the lonely night,
An' pray an' pray upon my knees,
That maybe with the morrow's light
He 'll come back, with the morrow's light —
For Mary, Mother, hears an' sees.