Monday, June 15, 2009

Having Been Informed by Mr. J.M.G. that the Author’s Two Calves were Trespassing

What a magic title! This is a poem sent to me by a former Peninsula man, who I went to both school and Sunday School with. It was written by one of his ancestors, and was published with a selection of other poems around 1910:

It’s sair against their master’s will
That they should leave their own green hill
And toddle doon about the mill
To thieve and steal,
But stay at home and take their fill
O’ swede and meal.