'Where I was born an' r'ared,' said Clancy, <br />'There was pigs an' cows an' such,' said he, <br />'House an' farm if I'd cared,' said Clancy, <br />'They'd all have come to me. <br />An' if I'd stayed there,' said Clancy, <br />'If I was there now,' said he, <br />'I'd have moss instead of hair,' said Clancy, <br />'An' roots the same as an ould tree.' <br /> <br />'Where I spent my young years,' said Clancy, <br />'There was lasses two or three, <br />Fit to give their ears,' said Clancy, <br />'To go to church along o' me. <br />An' if I'd took a wife,' said Clancy, <br />'An' if she'd proved a scold,' said he, <br />'Twould have been a dog's life,' said Clancy, <br />'So I'd just as well be free.' <br /> <br />'But when I've seen the world,' said Clancy, <br />'An' all there is in it,' said he, <br />'An' my last sail's furled,' said Clancy, <br />'An' I'm tired of goin' to sea, <br />I'll maybe go an' settle down there, <br />An' raise pigs an' cows,' said he, <br />'An' see if there's a girl in town there <br />Waitin' all this time for me.'<br /><br />Cicely Fox Smith<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/seeing-the-world/
