| O, TO have a little house! | |
| To own the hearth and stool and all! | |
| The heaped up sods upon the fire, | |
| The pile of turf against the wall! | |
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| To have a clock with weights and chains | 5 |
| And pendulum swinging up and down! | |
| A dresser filled with shining delph, | |
| Speckled and white and blue and brown! | |
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| I could be busy all the day | |
| Clearing and sweeping hearth and floor, | 10 |
| And fixing on their shelf again | |
| My white and blue and speckled store! | |
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| I could be quiet there at night | |
| Beside the fire and by myself, | |
| Sure of a bed and loth to leave | 15 |
| The ticking clock and the shining delph! | |
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| 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! | 20 |
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| And I am praying to God on high, | |
| And I am praying Him night and day, | |
| For a little house—a house of my own— | |
| Out of the wind's and the rain's way. | |
