Author Henry Lawson They come to comfort me when I'm old, Two little blue eyes.Hair of ginger, or hair of gold— Two little blue eyes.They'll watch and fight for me, so I'm told: Two little blue eyes. Tags Short Poems Rate this poem Select ratingGive it 1/5Give it 2/5Give it 3/5Give it 4/5Give it 5/5 No votes yet Rate Log in or register to post comments