Ellis Parker Butler ( )


The Cut Finger


THE GOSSOON [Weeping]

Its bleedin! Its bleedin!

THE OULD WOMAN [Soothingly]

          An shure, me lad, t is bleedin;
But come, me hearty laddy buck, be brave an do not cry;
A lad thats learnin readin shud be far beyant the heedin
Av a tiny bit o finger cut that hurrts a bit foreby.

  Ere ye come till wan an twinty
  Yell be havin hurrts in plinty
An yell learn a bit o bleedin doesnt mean yere goin t die.

THE GOSSOON [Crying]

Its bleedin! Its bleedin!

THE OULD WOMAN [Comfortingly]

          An shure, me lad, t is bleedin;
But hes me slashin buckeen, an he will not weep at all;
A rag is all t is needin fer t sthop the whole proceedin,
An, shure, a bit o rosy blood wont make me gossoon bawl;
  Fer t is but wan way av knowin
  Ye have good red blood a-flowin
An a-workin all inside av ye t make ye strong an tall.

THE GOSSOON [Sobbing]

Its bleedin! Its bleedin!

THE OULD WOMAN [Lovingly]

          Aye, aye, me lad, t is bleedin,
An some foine day yer hearrt will bleed as bleeds the hearrt av me.
The saints ye will be pleadin, but t is little theyll be heedin,
Fer the worrld is full av bleedin hearrts on either side the sea.
  An Id die t aise the achin
  Whin ye feel yer hearrt a-brealdn,
But, ah! the poor ould woman wont be there t comfort ye.



Ellis Parker Butler's other poems:
  1. The Sheep
  2. When Ida Puts Her Armor On
  3. Reasonable Interest
  4. Ridden Down
  5. Says Mister Doojabs


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