 | The Collected Poems of T. E. Brown |  |
So the next night Tommy began in the kitchen,
And the misthress couldn' help droppin' her stitchin'
And starin' at Tommy, the look he had,
Just like a body goin' mad—
With his head thrown back, and his eyes like moons,
And his hair all ruxed, and tunes and tunes.
And the lads very quiet, sittin' back-o'-behind,
And the women that 'cited they couldn' mind
Their wheels, lek afraid if a sound'd be missin',
And smoothin' the brat a purpose to listen;
And the tannor string as clear as a bell,
And Cain from home, and just as well.
And the misthress couldn' help droppin' her stitchin'
And starin' at Tommy, the look he had,
Just like a body goin' mad—
With his head thrown back, and his eyes like moons,
And his hair all ruxed, and tunes and tunes.
And the lads very quiet, sittin' back-o'-behind,
And the women that 'cited they couldn' mind
Their wheels, lek afraid if a sound'd be missin',
And smoothin' the brat a purpose to listen;
And the tannor string as clear as a bell,
And Cain from home, and just as well.
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