Out on the mountain over the town, <br /> All night long, all night long, <br />The trolls go up and the trolls go down, <br /> Bearing their packs and singing a song; <br />And this is the song the hill-folk croon, <br />As they trudge in the light of the misty moon-- <br />This is ever their dolorous tune: <br /> 'Gold, gold! ever more gold-- <br /> Bright red gold for dearie!' <br /> <br />Deep in the hill a father delves <br /> All night long, all night long; <br />None but the peering, furtive elves <br /> Sees his toil and hears his song; <br />Merrily ever the cavern rings <br />As merrily ever his pick he swings, <br />And merrily ever this song he sings: <br /> 'Gold, gold! ever more gold-- <br /> Bright red gold for dearie!' <br /> <br />Mother is rocking thy lowly bed <br /> All night long, all night long, <br />Happy to smooth thy curly head, <br /> To hold thy hand and to sing her song: <br />'T is not of the hill-folk dwarfed and old, <br />Nor the song of thy father, stanch and bold, <br />And the burthen it beareth is not of gold: <br /> But it 's 'Love, love! nothing but love-- <br /> Mother's love for dearie!'<br /><br />Eugene Field<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/gold-and-love-for-dearie/
