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 | The Collected Poems of T. E. Brown |  |
The very next night no coortin' in
—
No, and Nessy wondherin'—
And no sooner they were off their shiff
Than the two of them there to climb the cliff
Under the Dragon's den, that was high
Up the mountain, and not very nigh
To the new workin's—a lonely place,
And savage, if there ever was—
An ould shaft they'd worked out
Long ago, and nothin' about,
No timb'rin' nor the lek, just a hole,
And fifty fathom—no, not coal,
Lead, lead, like all these mines,
And worked accordin' to the finds.
And when they're findin' nothin' more,
They never don't do nothin' to her
To make her safe, no more till a quarry—
So that was the spot for Jack and Harry.
No, and Nessy wondherin'—
And no sooner they were off their shiff
Than the two of them there to climb the cliff
Under the Dragon's den, that was high
Up the mountain, and not very nigh
To the new workin's—a lonely place,
And savage, if there ever was—
An ould shaft they'd worked out
Long ago, and nothin' about,
No timb'rin' nor the lek, just a hole,
And fifty fathom—no, not coal,
Lead, lead, like all these mines,
And worked accordin' to the finds.
And when they're findin' nothin' more,
They never don't do nothin' to her
To make her safe, no more till a quarry—
So that was the spot for Jack and Harry.
| The Collected Poems of T. E. Brown | |