664 RUDYARD KIPLING'S VERSE
Her brows are bound with bracken-fronds, And golden elf-locks fly above;
Her eyes are bright as diamonds And bluer than the sky above.
In mocassins and deer-skin cloak, Unfearing, free and fair she flits,
And lights her little damp-wood smoke To show her Daddy where she flits.
For far oh, very far behind, So far she cannot call to him,
Comes Tegumai alone to find The daughter that was all to him!
OLD MOTHER LAIDINWOOL
) Mother Laidinwool had nigh twelve months been
dead. She heard the hops was doing well, an' so popped up her
head," For said she: "The lads I've picked with when I was young
and fair, They're bound to be at hopping and I'm bound to meet 'em
there!"
Let me up and go
Back to the work I know, Lord I
Back to the work I know. Lord !
For it's dark where I lie down, My Lord !
An it's dark where I lie down !
