The Spirit of the Unborn Babe peered through the window-pane, Peered through the window-pane that glowed like beacon in the night; For, oh, the sky was desolate and wild with wind and rain;...
My stretcher is one scarlet stain, And as I tries to scrape it clean, I tell you wot - I'm sick with pain For all I've 'eard, for all I've seen; Around me is the 'ellish night,...
Light up your pipe again, old chum, and sit awhile with me; I've got to watch the bannock bake - how restful is the air! You'd little think that we were somewhere north of Sixty-three,...