Souple Terence

by Arthur Stringer

Arthur Stringer


I' M wishful to live as the story-books say,
I'm achin' to love as they loved av old;
I want to be drunken and swimmin' in bliss,
And weepin' and sighin' and ravin' away
Loike the old tales said and the old songs told —
But, faith, and how do ye love like this?


I've loved in me day, and I'm hopin' to more;
I've taken me chance, and I've stolen me kiss;
But, faith, and I've niver gone mad over it!
The further I've thraveled away from the shore
The tighter I've held on to that and to this,
And, och! but I've had me eye open a bit!

Last updated January 14, 2019