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  ― 22 ―

Vagrant

BITTER bites the bleak wind,
But I must go my lone,
Trampin' down the black road,
Restin' on a stone.

Kisses in the bird's song
An' gold upon the whin—
Och, shame upon the old law
That called poor Love a sin!

Once I had the gay heart
That never care could drown,
An' the dancin' feet o' me
Light as thistle-down,

In an' out the turf rigs
Free as swallows flew;
Singin' went the world then,
An' I went singin' too.

Once I dreamed o' kind fire
On a clean hearth-stone;
But, wirrasthrue, the cold winds
They cut me to the bone.

Times I dreamed o' one man
Of all the world o' men;
But well the day or woe the day,
'Tis I'll not dream again.

Times I dreamed o' wee folk
Singin' round the fire,
But och, the world's a cold place
For them without a sire.




  ― 23 ―
Berries on the brown briar
Speed the fallin' year;
Sowin'-time was song-time—
Now the winter's here!

Robin at the day's heart,
Sloes upon the thorn,
Curlin' blue o' turf smoke—
Och, that I was born!

Sorrow rides the bleak wind,
An' I must go my lone,
Trampin' down the black road,
Restin' on a stone.

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