On an Island by John Millington Synge

quote-there-is-no-language-like-the-irish-for-soothing-and-quieting-john-millington-synge-28-91-88

You’ve plucked a curlew, drawn a hen,

Washed the shirts of seven men,

You’ve stuffed my pillow, stretched the sheet,

And filled the pan to wash your feet,

You’ve cooped the pullets, wound the clock,

And rinsed the young man’s drinking crock,

And now we’ll dance to jigs and reels,

Nailed boots chasing girls naked heels

Until your father starts to snore,

And Jude, now you’re married, will stretch on the floor.

 

Advertisements

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out /  Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

w

Connecting to %s