My young love said to me, “My mother won’t mind And my father won’t slight you for your lack of kine” And she stepped away from me and this she did say: It will not be long, love, till our … Continue reading
Cheerful Voices by Kathryn Rose My truelove had a vineyard upon a hill so high, He dug the ground and planted the best that you can buy, He hollowed out a winepress and built a wall and tower; At harvest-time … Continue reading
Cheerful Voices by Kathryn Rose My grandfather used to sing this to me. He sang a sort of postlude, too, to a different tune which I have now forgotten. I don’t know why pig mortality was something my grandfather was … Continue reading