Had I a golden pound to spend,
My love should mend and sew no more.
And I would buy her a little quern,
Easy to turn on the kitchen floor.
And for her windows curtains white,
With birds in flight and flowers in bloom,
To face with pride the road to town,
And mellow down her sunlit room.
And with the silver change we'd
The truth of Love to life's own end,
With hearts the years could but embolden,
Had I a golden pound to spend.
This poem taken from "Last Songs" by Francis Ledwidge,
Published by Herbert Jenkins,
London 1918 [page 52-53]Poem Dated: February 5th, 1917.
Words and spelling verified JS
