Louisa May Alcott (Луиза Мэй Олкотт)

Bide a Wee

'The puir auld folk at home, ye mind,
Are frail and failing sair;
And weel I ken they'd miss me, lad,
Gin I come hame nae mair.
The grist is out, the times are hard,
The kine are only three;
I canna leave the auld folk now.
We'd better bide a wee.


'I fear me sair they're failing baith;
For when I sit apart,
They talk o' Heaven so earnestly,
It well nigh breaks my heart.
So, laddie, dinna urge me now,
It surely winna be;
I canna leave the auld folk yet.
We'd better bide a wee.'

1. And If Your Nancy Frowns, My Lad
2. 'Y' Are The Maiden Posies
3. My Frost-King - Song I
4. Thoreau's Flute
5. Mountain--Laurel

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