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I AM THE LITTLE IRISH BOY
I am the little Irish boy
That lives in the shanty
I am four years old today
And shall soon be one and twenty
I shall grow up
And be a great man
And shovel all day
As hard as I can.
That lives in the shanty
I am four years old today
And shall soon be one and twenty
I shall grow up
And be a great man
And shovel all day
As hard as I can.
Down in the deep cut
Where the men lived
Who made the Rail road.
Where the men lived
Who made the Rail road.
for supper
I have some potatoe
And sometimes some bread
And then if it's cold
I go right to bed.
I have some potatoe
And sometimes some bread
And then if it's cold
I go right to bed.
I lie on some straw
Under my fathers coat
Under my fathers coat
My mother does not cry
And my father does not scold
For I am a little Irish Boy
And I'm four years old.
And my father does not scold
For I am a little Irish Boy
And I'm four years old.
178
Every day I go to school
Along the Railroad
It was so cold it made me cry
The day that it snowed.
Along the Railroad
It was so cold it made me cry
The day that it snowed.
And if my feet ache
I do not mind the cold
For I am a little Irish boy
& I'm four years old.
I do not mind the cold
For I am a little Irish boy
& I'm four years old.
Collected poems of Henry Thoreau | ||