ON AN ISLAND
Reading edition
You’ve plucked a curlew, drawn a hen, Washed the shirts of seven men, You’ve stuffed my pillow, stretched the sheet, And filled the pan to wash your feet, You’ve cooped the pullets, wound the clock, And rinsed the young men’s drinking crock; And now we’ll dance to jigs and reels, Nailed boots chasing girls’ naked heels, Until your father’ll start to snore, And Jude, now you’re married, will stretch on the floor.