Louisa May Alcott

(29 November 1832 – 6 March 1888 / Pennsylvania / United States)

Bide A Wee - Poem by Louisa May Alcott

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'The puir auld folk at home, ye mind,
Are frail and failing sair;
And weel I ken they'd miss me, lad,
Gin I come hame nae mair.
The grist is out, the times are hard,
The kine are only three;
I canna leave the auld folk now.
We'd better bide a wee.


'I fear me sair they're failing baith;
For when I sit apart,
They talk o' Heaven so earnestly,
It well nigh breaks my heart.
So, laddie, dinna urge me now,
It surely winna be;
I canna leave the auld folk yet.
We'd better bide a wee.'


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Poem Submitted: Tuesday, April 6, 2010



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