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 | The Collected Poems of T. E. Brown |  |
And was Nelly one of them? No; and why?
Well, I'll tell ye the raison by and by.
But, of course, you can fancy the disthress
Of this poor little Tommy. I remember a vess
Of a little song he made—let's see—
How's this it is?—“I think of thee”?
No, that's not it—“So it's home——” —just so—
I've got it now—when he was leaving, you know—
All right! all right! I know what you manes,
Yes, yes! of course, that's the tune you're hummin' to—
The misthress and Tommy—that's just what I'm comin' to.
Well, I'll tell ye the raison by and by.
But, of course, you can fancy the disthress
Of this poor little Tommy. I remember a vess
Of a little song he made—let's see—
How's this it is?—“I think of thee”?
No, that's not it—“So it's home——” —just so—
I've got it now—when he was leaving, you know—
“So it's home to Renshent
My weary way I wind;
For I must be content
With her shadow on the blind.”
On the blind, ye see. Renshent, that's Cain's—
My weary way I wind;
For I must be content
With her shadow on the blind.”
All right! all right! I know what you manes,
Yes, yes! of course, that's the tune you're hummin' to—
The misthress and Tommy—that's just what I'm comin' to.
| The Collected Poems of T. E. Brown | |