L. A. G. STRONG(WADHAM)
L. A. G. STRONG(WADHAM)
L. A. G. STRONG(WADHAM)
A swellwithin her billowed skirts,Like a great ship with sails unfurled,The madwoman goes gallantlyUpon the ridges of her world.With eagle nose and wisps of greyShe strides upon the Westward Hills,Swings her umbrella joyously,And waves it to the waving mills,Talking and chuckling as she goes,Indifferent to sun or rain,With all that merry companyThe singing children of her brain.
A swellwithin her billowed skirts,Like a great ship with sails unfurled,The madwoman goes gallantlyUpon the ridges of her world.With eagle nose and wisps of greyShe strides upon the Westward Hills,Swings her umbrella joyously,And waves it to the waving mills,Talking and chuckling as she goes,Indifferent to sun or rain,With all that merry companyThe singing children of her brain.
A swellwithin her billowed skirts,Like a great ship with sails unfurled,The madwoman goes gallantlyUpon the ridges of her world.
A swellwithin her billowed skirts,
Like a great ship with sails unfurled,
The madwoman goes gallantly
Upon the ridges of her world.
With eagle nose and wisps of greyShe strides upon the Westward Hills,Swings her umbrella joyously,And waves it to the waving mills,
With eagle nose and wisps of grey
She strides upon the Westward Hills,
Swings her umbrella joyously,
And waves it to the waving mills,
Talking and chuckling as she goes,Indifferent to sun or rain,With all that merry companyThe singing children of her brain.
Talking and chuckling as she goes,
Indifferent to sun or rain,
With all that merry company
The singing children of her brain.
Cloudsall tumbled and white,Frowning clouds and grey;Dallington high on the hilltop,Dallington hears what they say."Oh, I have come from the Channel.""And I from the Westward HillWhere Punnet's Town blinks at the sunsetBetween a mill and a mill.""I have showered on field and fallowTill I'm empty and dry," says one."I scowled at the people in Cross-in-Hands,And was driven away by the sun.""Oh, I am primed for a fight,And if I can find one moreTo challenge my path in the heavensThere'll be rumblings and flashes galore.""Oh, I have a hatful of hail.""And I have a share of sleet.""So shall we go cruising to battleAnd rattle it down on their street?"Clouds all tumbled and white,Frowning clouds and grey;Dallington high on the hilltop,Dallington hears what they say.
Cloudsall tumbled and white,Frowning clouds and grey;Dallington high on the hilltop,Dallington hears what they say."Oh, I have come from the Channel.""And I from the Westward HillWhere Punnet's Town blinks at the sunsetBetween a mill and a mill.""I have showered on field and fallowTill I'm empty and dry," says one."I scowled at the people in Cross-in-Hands,And was driven away by the sun.""Oh, I am primed for a fight,And if I can find one moreTo challenge my path in the heavensThere'll be rumblings and flashes galore.""Oh, I have a hatful of hail.""And I have a share of sleet.""So shall we go cruising to battleAnd rattle it down on their street?"Clouds all tumbled and white,Frowning clouds and grey;Dallington high on the hilltop,Dallington hears what they say.
Cloudsall tumbled and white,Frowning clouds and grey;Dallington high on the hilltop,Dallington hears what they say.
Cloudsall tumbled and white,
Frowning clouds and grey;
Dallington high on the hilltop,
Dallington hears what they say.
"Oh, I have come from the Channel.""And I from the Westward HillWhere Punnet's Town blinks at the sunsetBetween a mill and a mill."
"Oh, I have come from the Channel."
"And I from the Westward Hill
Where Punnet's Town blinks at the sunset
Between a mill and a mill."
"I have showered on field and fallowTill I'm empty and dry," says one."I scowled at the people in Cross-in-Hands,And was driven away by the sun."
"I have showered on field and fallow
Till I'm empty and dry," says one.
"I scowled at the people in Cross-in-Hands,
And was driven away by the sun."
"Oh, I am primed for a fight,And if I can find one moreTo challenge my path in the heavensThere'll be rumblings and flashes galore."
"Oh, I am primed for a fight,
And if I can find one more
To challenge my path in the heavens
There'll be rumblings and flashes galore."
"Oh, I have a hatful of hail.""And I have a share of sleet.""So shall we go cruising to battleAnd rattle it down on their street?"
"Oh, I have a hatful of hail."
"And I have a share of sleet."
"So shall we go cruising to battle
And rattle it down on their street?"
Clouds all tumbled and white,Frowning clouds and grey;Dallington high on the hilltop,Dallington hears what they say.
Clouds all tumbled and white,
Frowning clouds and grey;
Dallington high on the hilltop,
Dallington hears what they say.
Eena-mena-mina-mo,Catch a nigger by ees toe,If 'e olleys, let'n go.O-U-T spells outAnd out you must go.You'm of it O!Children playing on the green:Joe Treguddick, deathly ill,Hears them very clearly still.Silently, with blinking eyes,Two great sons have dragged his bedTo the window, till he dies.Now his mind is in his fieldsWhere all things lose their certain shape.The cows in munching quiet lie,And on the orange of the skyThe trees stand out like scissored crape.With deep cool breaths he drinks the night:Then, in a sudden sweat of pain,He twists upon his bed again.The children's voices die away,And seldom now the footsteps pass.A hobnailed tread upon the roadFalls sudden silent on the grass.Still with throb and throb of painHe hears the children at their playChanting insistent in his brain.Coughs: and with a whistling breath,Though he knows how the count will fall,Turns to play a game with Death,Turns to the last game of all.Eena-mena-mina-mo,Catch a nigger by ees toe.If 'e olleys, let'n go.O-U-T spells outAnd out you must go.You'm of it, Joe!
Eena-mena-mina-mo,Catch a nigger by ees toe,If 'e olleys, let'n go.O-U-T spells outAnd out you must go.You'm of it O!Children playing on the green:Joe Treguddick, deathly ill,Hears them very clearly still.Silently, with blinking eyes,Two great sons have dragged his bedTo the window, till he dies.Now his mind is in his fieldsWhere all things lose their certain shape.The cows in munching quiet lie,And on the orange of the skyThe trees stand out like scissored crape.With deep cool breaths he drinks the night:Then, in a sudden sweat of pain,He twists upon his bed again.The children's voices die away,And seldom now the footsteps pass.A hobnailed tread upon the roadFalls sudden silent on the grass.Still with throb and throb of painHe hears the children at their playChanting insistent in his brain.Coughs: and with a whistling breath,Though he knows how the count will fall,Turns to play a game with Death,Turns to the last game of all.Eena-mena-mina-mo,Catch a nigger by ees toe.If 'e olleys, let'n go.O-U-T spells outAnd out you must go.You'm of it, Joe!
Eena-mena-mina-mo,Catch a nigger by ees toe,If 'e olleys, let'n go.O-U-T spells outAnd out you must go.You'm of it O!
Eena-mena-mina-mo,
Catch a nigger by ees toe,
If 'e olleys, let'n go.
O-U-T spells out
And out you must go.
You'm of it O!
Children playing on the green:Joe Treguddick, deathly ill,Hears them very clearly still.
Children playing on the green:
Joe Treguddick, deathly ill,
Hears them very clearly still.
Silently, with blinking eyes,Two great sons have dragged his bedTo the window, till he dies.
Silently, with blinking eyes,
Two great sons have dragged his bed
To the window, till he dies.
Now his mind is in his fieldsWhere all things lose their certain shape.
Now his mind is in his fields
Where all things lose their certain shape.
The cows in munching quiet lie,And on the orange of the skyThe trees stand out like scissored crape.
The cows in munching quiet lie,
And on the orange of the sky
The trees stand out like scissored crape.
With deep cool breaths he drinks the night:Then, in a sudden sweat of pain,He twists upon his bed again.
With deep cool breaths he drinks the night:
Then, in a sudden sweat of pain,
He twists upon his bed again.
The children's voices die away,And seldom now the footsteps pass.A hobnailed tread upon the roadFalls sudden silent on the grass.
The children's voices die away,
And seldom now the footsteps pass.
A hobnailed tread upon the road
Falls sudden silent on the grass.
Still with throb and throb of painHe hears the children at their playChanting insistent in his brain.
Still with throb and throb of pain
He hears the children at their play
Chanting insistent in his brain.
Coughs: and with a whistling breath,Though he knows how the count will fall,Turns to play a game with Death,
Coughs: and with a whistling breath,
Though he knows how the count will fall,
Turns to play a game with Death,
Turns to the last game of all.
Turns to the last game of all.
Eena-mena-mina-mo,Catch a nigger by ees toe.If 'e olleys, let'n go.O-U-T spells outAnd out you must go.You'm of it, Joe!
Eena-mena-mina-mo,
Catch a nigger by ees toe.
If 'e olleys, let'n go.
O-U-T spells out
And out you must go.
You'm of it, Joe!