I was just coming in from the garden,
Or about to go fishing for eels,
And, smiling,
I asked you to
My boots very low at the heels.
And I thought that you never would go,
As you stood in the doorway ajar,
For my heart would keep saying, "Old Clo',
You're found out at last as you are."I was almost ashamed to
That I was the quarry you sought,
For was I not bred in a
And reared in a mansion, you thought.
And now in the latest style
With fortune more kinder I
To welcome you half-ways.
Ah ( butI was nearer the gods when " Old Clo'."This poem taken from "Last Songs" by Francis Ledwidge,
Published by Herbert Jenkins,
London 1918 page 20-21probable date of writing 1916checked and verified JS
