The Shearers
The day they cut the baby's hair The house was all a-fidget; Such a fuss they made, you Would have s '" said, ■ Hi Wat a king—the midget! Some Wanted this, some wanted that; Some thought that it Was dreadful To lay a hand upon one strand Of all that precious headful. While others said to leave his curls Would be the height of folly, Unlets they put him With the girls And called him Sue or Molly. The barber's shears Went snip-a-snlp, The golden fluff was flying; Grannie had a trembling lip And Aunt was almost crying. The men folks said, " Why, hello bog, You're looking five years older I" But mother laid the shaven head Close, close against her shoulder. Ah, well, the nest must lose its birds, The cradle yield its treasure; Time Will not stay a single Jay, For any pleader's pleasure.And when the hour's work ioas Weighed The scales were even, maybe;, For father gained a little man, When mother lost her baby. —Nancy Bird Turner.
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New Zealand Herald, Volume LXXV, Issue 22961, 12 February 1938, Page 8 (Supplement)
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172The Shearers New Zealand Herald, Volume LXXV, Issue 22961, 12 February 1938, Page 8 (Supplement)
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