John Millington Synge

(16 April 1871 - 24 March 1909 / Newtown Villas, Rathfarnham, County Dublin)

On An Island - Poem by John Millington Synge

You've plucked a curlew, drawn a hen,
Washed the shirts of seven men,
You've stuffed my pillow, stretched my sheet,
And filled the pan to wash your feet,
You've cooped the pullets, wound the clock,
And rinsed the young men's drinking crock;
And now we'll dance to jigs and reels,
Nailed boots chasing girl's naked heels,
Until your father'll start to snore,
And Jude, now you're married, will stretch on the floor.


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Poem Submitted: Wednesday, May 30, 2012

Poem Edited: Wednesday, May 30, 2012


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