JEAN.

Otago Witness, Issue 2515, 28 May 1902, Page 59

JEAN.

Oh! do you mm' the days, Jean, When we in childhood played Upon the heather braes, Jean. And through the bracken strayed, And gathered gowans fine, Jean, Upon, the grassy lea? — It's pictured in my mm', Jean, Where; once we used to be. How, down the burnie's course, Jean, AYe wandered many a day, To gather ferns and moss, Jean, That clung along the brae ; Or up the bracken shaw, Jean, And to the. hazel dell, Gathering hazel nuts, Jean, — I'm sure you mind it well! And seeking linties' nests, Jean, Doon thiough the shady grove, And far out o'er the moors, Jean, — There many a mile we'd rove, And hear the lintie's song, Jean — Its notes sac clear and sweet; The larks, mair loud and strang, Jean, Aboon the waving wheat. The hedges a' in bloom, Jean,

Wi' hawthorn blossoms rare. And mony a spray I pn'd, Jean,

An' twined it in. your hair. Ah l those were happy days, Jean, Amang the scenes at hame, And onything I'd gae, Jean,

To live them o'er again

But we hae na lived in vain, Jean, Through sorrows, trials, and joj-s; We're blest aboon the lave, Jean,

Wi' bonnie girls and boys. We've watched our bairnies grow, Jean,

And make hames of their am, And now the last's away, Jean,

And we are a' alane,

We have had oor share o' care, Jean,

And dim noo is oor een; But. we fought life's battle fair, Jean,

Through many a changing 'scene, Oor locks hae lang been grey, Jean,

And numbered are oor days, But oor hearts are just the same, Jean, As when on the heather braes.

— W. C. F.

Quarry Hills, May 20.