 | Jane and Ann Taylor: Original Poems for Infant Minds |  |
THE WELSH LAD.
Over the mountain, and over the rock,
Wanders young Taffy to follow his flock;
While far above him he sees the wild goats
Gallop about in their shaggy warm coats.
Wanders young Taffy to follow his flock;
While far above him he sees the wild goats
Gallop about in their shaggy warm coats.
Often they travel in frolicsome crowds
Up to the top that is lost in the clouds;
Then, as they spring to the valley again,
Scale the black rocks that hang over the main.
Up to the top that is lost in the clouds;
Then, as they spring to the valley again,
Scale the black rocks that hang over the main.
Now, when the day and his labours are o'er,
Taffy sits down at his own cottage-door;
While all his brothers and sisters around,
Sit in a circle upon the bare ground.
Taffy sits down at his own cottage-door;
While all his brothers and sisters around,
Sit in a circle upon the bare ground.
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Then their good father, with spectacled nose,
Reads the Bible aloud ere he takes his repose;
While the pale moon rises over the hill,
And the birds are asleep, and all nature is still.
Reads the Bible aloud ere he takes his repose;
While the pale moon rises over the hill,
And the birds are asleep, and all nature is still.
Now with his harp old Llewellen is seen,
And joins the gay party that sits on the green;
He leans in the door-way, and plays them a tune,
And the children all dance by the light of the moon.
And joins the gay party that sits on the green;
He leans in the door-way, and plays them a tune,
And the children all dance by the light of the moon.
How often the rich, in a city so gay,
Where pleasure and luxury follow their way,
When health quite forsakes them, and cheerfulness fails,
Might envy a lad on the mountains of Wales!
Where pleasure and luxury follow their way,
When health quite forsakes them, and cheerfulness fails,
Might envy a lad on the mountains of Wales!
| Jane and Ann Taylor: Original Poems for Infant Minds | |