| Show MY LITTLE STORY ROBBIN AND JEAN Written for The Herald Come under my pladdie a brave lad did say In the rich brogue of Scotland now far far away I smacked of the heather and bluebells I ween Though learned on the Clyde from a motherly queen Come under my pladdle in m0 tender tone In fear a if worship were v rude7 shown I Ill love thee for eer with heart earnest earn-est and true As staunch as our mountains as fresh I as their dew Tis strong but arm little I have but my willing I Will respond to my heart to keep Jeannie from harm For shes sweet as the day dawn and in her bright eye There is wealth for the loving for her I would die Shy Jeannie down looked but she colored all oer I From the crown of her head to her heels on the floor Oh Robbin Ill trust you youre steady and kind To your old trembling mother I often I have mind She flew to his arms like the bird to the bush I Yet both there were silent neath loves holy hush And the days flitted past without cloud in their sky For Robbin was proud his loved Jeannie was shy The minister married them blessed them and all Who knew them said good things ever should befall The twain who together had started lifes race As grace a prelude to bliss in the kingdom of In around loved sacrifice as the years rolled At their table a few olive branches were found Brave lads and stout lassies the pride of a home From which no temptation could lure them to roam Come under my pladdie meant bairns then and wife Twas a word of the household in everyday every-day life And when to full manhood the boys grew apace They wooed as their father and near the j old place The girls grew in virtue were clever and bright Heavens sun threw around them its glorious light I Yet they when a suitor was anxious towed to-wed I Come under my pladdie was all that i aes was said They never were rich seeing toil was their task But theyd treasures undreamt of when first Rob did ask These balllies bear witness their lives had no stain The whole world was richer for Robbin and Jean They are tottering now but the twain are content They wait full of faith till the message is sent Come under my pladdie from Father above Youre worthy my Kingdom kingdom king-dom of love Had I but the gift the old brogue to have used The charm of my story might more have amused I have told I my way less the music of yore Whes I first heard and loved I on Sco tias shore tas HENRY W NAISBITT Salt Lake City I 0 |
