It's only a sod, but ’twill break me ould heart <br />Nigh hardened wid toilin’ and carin’, <br />And make the ould wounds in it tingle and smart. <br />It’s only a sod, but it’s parcel and part <br />Of strugglin’, sufferin’ Erin. <br /> <br />It’s only a sod, but it rakes the ould pain — <br />The ould love in me heart that still lingers, <br />That Time has been soothing and docth’ring in vain; <br />And now he must soothe it and heal it again <br />Wid his kindly and gentle ould fingers. <br /> <br />It’s only a sod, but I see a big ship <br />Through the gallopin’ waters come tearin’, <br />And a lass that looks back on the horizon dip, <br />Wid eyes full of tears and a thrimblin’ lip, <br />On the last that she saw of ould Erin. <br /> <br />It’s only a sod, but wid care it will keep <br />Till me brooms and me brushes are silint <br />Put it into me arms ere they bury me deep, <br />And tell them old Biddy the “slavey” does sleep <br />’Neath a sod from the bogs of ould Irlint.<br /><br />Henry Lawson<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/only-a-sod/
