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 | The Collected Poems of T. E. Brown |  |
And then the Pazon said he'd spake
To Nessy herself; and he hoped she'd take
Heart, he said; “for, Jack,” he says,
“If you're lovin' each other in truthfulness;
If your love is rael, if your love's sincere
(He was fond of the word), then never fear!
There's no power on earth, or anywhere else,
That'll harm ye, no!” And the ould eyes fills—
Aw, they did! aw, they did, and the hands was gript,
And Jack in the slush of tears, and slipt
On his knees—poor sowl! aw, feelin'! feelin'!
And the Pazon blessed him where he was kneelin'—
Sobbed, did Jack; and “You'll spake to her, yis!
You'll spake, you'll spake!” and sobbed, and ris, .
And out on the door, and off with us there,
And the two of us cryin' like fools we were—
“D---d fools,” says Harry, when he met us—
But Harry was Harry, so that didn' fret us—
“D---d fools, is it? well grantit! grantit!
But lave us, Harry.” So Harry slantit.
To Nessy herself; and he hoped she'd take
Heart, he said; “for, Jack,” he says,
“If you're lovin' each other in truthfulness;
If your love is rael, if your love's sincere
(He was fond of the word), then never fear!
There's no power on earth, or anywhere else,
That'll harm ye, no!” And the ould eyes fills—
Aw, they did! aw, they did, and the hands was gript,
And Jack in the slush of tears, and slipt
On his knees—poor sowl! aw, feelin'! feelin'!
And the Pazon blessed him where he was kneelin'—
Sobbed, did Jack; and “You'll spake to her, yis!
You'll spake, you'll spake!” and sobbed, and ris, .
And out on the door, and off with us there,
And the two of us cryin' like fools we were—
“D---d fools,” says Harry, when he met us—
But Harry was Harry, so that didn' fret us—
“D---d fools, is it? well grantit! grantit!
But lave us, Harry.” So Harry slantit.
| The Collected Poems of T. E. Brown | |