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| A Cottage of My Own |
| An Old Woman of the Roads O, for a wee little cottage! To own the hearth and stool and all! The heaped up sods upon the fire, the pile of turf against the wall! To have a clock with weights and chains and pendulum swinging up and down! A dresser filled with shining delph, speckled and white and blue and brown! I could be busy all the day, clearing and sweeping the hearth and floor, And fixing on their shelf again my white and blue and speckled store! I could be quiet there at night beside the fire and by myself, Sure of a bed and loath to leave the ticking clock and that shining delph! Och! but I'm weary of mist and dark and roads where there's never a house nor bush, And tired I am of bog and road, and the crying wind and the lonesome hush! And I am praying to God on high, and I am praying Him night and day, For a wee little cottage, a house of my own, out of the night wind's way. -- Padraic Colum |
| Granny's Hielan' Hame Away in the hielans there stands a wee hoose, it stands on the breast of the brae, Where we played as laddies sae long, long ago, and it seems it was just yesterday. I can still see my Granny, a smile on her face, as sweet as the heather dew, She kissed me goodbye, wi' a tear in her eye, and said, "Laddie, may God bless you." The heather bells are blooming just outside Granny's door, Where, as laddies there, we played in the days of long ago... 'Neath the shadow of Ben Bhragie and Golspie's loudly stane, How I wish that I could see my Granny's hame again. -- Author Unknown |
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| An exile from home, splendor dazzles in vain; Oh, give me my lowly thatched cottage again! The birds singing gaily, that came at my call... And the peace of mind that's the dearest of all. -- Dyer |
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