| |
| OLD Michael Pat he said to me | |
| He saw an angel in a tree. | |
| He knew I’d never, never doubt him, | |
| For what would heaven be without them. | |
| The angel laughed for very glee | 5 |
| And sang out loud: “Heigh! come with me!” | |
| Old Michael felt a creeping kind | |
| Of wonder in his humble mind, | |
| And, hardly knowing what to say, | |
| Ran where the angel showed the way. | 10 |
| The lambs were running on the hills, | |
| Glad laughter echoed from the rills, | |
| And many hidden little birds | |
| Talked pleasant things in singing words. | |
| He followed up a mountain then | 15 |
| And saw a crowd of singing men | |
| Approaching to a Crown of Light | |
| Wherein they took a fresh delight. | |
| He danced and sang and whooped and crew | |
| To see the Lord of all he knew | 20 |
| Surrounded by the living songs | |
| Of stars and men in countless throngs, | |
| And then he died to life again, | |
| And shovelled with the strength of ten. | |
| He taught me how to say my letters, | 25 |
| And take my hat off to my betters, | |
| And when I asked for fairy stories, | |
| He told me of angelic glories. | |
| He was a lovely farmer, he | |
| Had seen an angel in a tree. | 30 |
| |
