Page:Lollingdon Downs and other poems, Masefield, 1917.djvu/52

46 "A kill him again

Than see you suffer.

my little Jane,

Kiss goodbye to your brother.

I won't see you again,

Nor the cows homing,

Nor the mice in the grain,

Nor the primrose coming,

Nor the fair, nor folk,

Nor the summer flowers

Growing on the wold

Nor aught that's ours.

Not Tib the cat,

Not Stub the mare,

Nor old dog Pat

Never anywhere.

For I'll be hung

In Gloucester prison

When the bell's rung

And the sun's risen.