“THE ARGELES SHEPHERD’S REPLY.”
Good-day, sir! The weather, sir;
will it be wet?
You see, sir, I hardly can say,
We gen’rally know at the earliest
dawn
What weather we’ll have in the day;
But at night—in these mountains—I
couldn’t be sure,
And I’d rather not tell you, sir,
wrong.
And yet, what does a day here or there
make to you?
If it rains, ’twill be fine before
long.
Have I always looked after the sheep,
sir? Why, No!
I’ve served in the army, sir, sure.
Let me see—ah!—it’s
now thirty summers ago
Since those hardships we had to endure.
Ay, I fought with your soldiers ’mid
bleak Russia’s snow,
Half numb’d in the trenches I worked,
And suffered what few of you gents, sir,
would know,
But somehow, we none of us shirked.
Was I wounded, sir? No, sir! thank
Goodness for that,
Though I’ve seen some stiff fighting,
’tis true.
In Africa ’twasn’t all sunshine
and play,
And in Austria we’d plenty to do.
Do I like being a shepherd, sir, roaming
the hills,
Just earning enough to buy bread?
Well, I wouldn’t have cared all
my days, for the ills
And the life that as soldier I led.
No, sir! no! though ’twas well enough
then, Peace, you see,
Is the best when one’s hair’s
turning grey!
Will I drink your good health, sir?
Ay, proud I shall be,
And, thanking you kindly—Good-day!!!