South Down lovers
by
Anthony M. Ludovici
In French Beans
p. 319
Hutchinson
London
1923
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When there's scent in heath and broom,
Pelham dear,
And the hawth is bright with bloom,
Pelham dear,
In a hawth-bush we can lie
With the lark up in the sky
As the only prying eye,
Pelham dear.
When their foolish panic goes,
Pelham dear,
And the rabbits come quite close,
Pelham dear,
How they interrupt their meal,
And then scatter, jump, and wheel
At your wicked little squeal,
Pelham dear!
And when foxes leave their lair,
Pelham dear,
And the bats fly in the air,
Pelham dear,
Then our hawth-bush is our bed,
And the only eyes we dread
Are the bright stars overhead,
Pelham dear. |
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