Only A Sod
It's only a sod, but -twill break me ould heart
Nigh hardened wid toilin- and carin-,
And make the ould wounds in it tingle and smart.
It-s only a sod, but it-s parcel and part
Of strugglin-, sufferin- Erin.
It-s only a sod, but it rakes the ould pain -
The ould love in me heart that still lingers,
That Time has been soothing and docth-ring in vain;
And now he must soothe it and heal it again
Wid his kindly and gentle ould fingers.
It-s only a sod, but I see a big ship
Through the gallopin- waters come tearin-,
And a lass that looks back on the horizon dip,
Wid eyes full of tears and a thrimblin- lip,
On the last that she saw of ould Erin.
It-s only a sod, but wid care it will keep
Till me brooms and me brushes are silint
Put it into me arms ere they bury me deep,
And tell them old Biddy the -slaveyâ? does sleep
-Neath a sod from the bogs of ould Irlint.
Henry Lawson
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