Louis Esson Poems
- The Cradle Song Baby, O baby, fain you are for bed, ...
- The Shearers Wife Before the glare o’ dawn I rise To milk ...
- Brogan's Lane There's a crack in the city—down that sharp ...
- The Old Black Billy An' Me The sheep are yarded, an’ I ...
- Caprice Blue and gold, and mist and sunlight, Veils of ...
Thomas Buvelot Esson (Louis),was born in Edingurgh,Scotland and moved to Australia with his mother after his father died when Louis was three years old. He majored in English and French at Melbourne University. He was dissatisfied with Australian literary offerings of the time so travelled to France, England and Ireland. It was in Ireland that he was encouraged to return to Australia to write ... more »
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The Cradle Song
Baby, O baby, fain you are for bed,
Magpie to mopoke busy as the bee;
The little red calf’s in the snug cow-shed,
An’ the little brown bird’s in the tree.
Daddy’s gone a-shearin’, down the Castlereagh,
So we’re all alone now, only you an’ me.
All among the wool-O, keep your wide blades full-O!
Daddy thinks o’ baby, wherever he may be.
Baby, my baby, rest your drowsy head,
The one man that works here, tired you must be,
The little red calf ’s in the snug cow-shed,
An’ the little brown bird ’s in the tree.