Welcome, red and roundy sun, <br />Dropping lowly in the west; <br />Now my hard day's work is done, <br />I'm as happy as the best. <br /> <br />Joyful are the thoughts of home, <br />Now I'm ready for my chair, <br />So, till morrow-morning's come, <br />Bill and mittens, lie ye there! <br /> <br />Though to leave your pretty song, <br />Little birds, it gives me pain, <br />Yet to-morrow is not long, <br />Then I'm with you all again. <br /> <br />If I stop, and stand about, <br />Well I know how things will be, <br />Judy will be looking out <br />Every now-and-then for me. <br /> <br />So fare ye well! and hold your tongues, <br />Sing no more until I come; <br />They're not worthy of your songs <br />That never care to drop a crumb. <br /> <br />All day long I love the oaks, <br />But, at nights, yon little cot, <br />Where I see the chimney smokes, <br />Is by far the prettiest spot. <br /> <br />Wife and children all are there, <br />To revive with pleasant looks, <br />Table ready set, and chair, <br />Supper hanging on the hooks. <br /> <br />Soon as ever I get in, <br />When my faggot down I fling, <br />Little prattlers they begin <br />Teasing me to talk and sing. <br /> <br />Welcome, red and roundy sun, <br />Dropping lowly in the west; <br />Now my hard day's work is done, <br />I'm as happy as the best. <br /> <br />Joyful are the thoughts of home, <br />Now I'm ready for my chair, <br />So, till morrow-morning's come, <br />Bill and mittens, lie ye there!<br /><br />John Clare<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-wood-cutter-s-night-song/
