From PBS Out
I know today
that you are all
( or at least a good part of you)
in Donnemarra Fair.
And I'm thinking
as I sit here alone
of the times I had on such occasions.
There are no Donnemarra Fairs here.
but work hard today
and go to bed at night
and work harder tomorrow.
Nothing but work,
if I play the fiddle nights;
but you may tell him
if he was here to put mortar on for a week,
he'd have very little notion of the fiddle on Saturday nights.
when I go to my room
without anyone to speak to me
of the nights when we used to sit down by the fire
and draw down our old fiddles.
are not very pleasant.
However, people need not expect
a great deal of enjoyment when they come here.
Give all my
love to my old neighbors and friends.
be able to make this out.
I was just beginning to think
that I had the trowel in my hand.