And I thought of the wasp's nest in the bank And how we got chased one day, Leaving the drag and the scraw-kinfe behind, How we covered our faces with hay. From the Railway Works at Dundalk I could hear the buzzer blow, Then the slow hum of the threshing drum Till someone shouted "Woa!" I'll be carrying sacks to day, I thought, The best job at the mill! With plenty of help and romantic talk As we wait for the sacks to fill. Maybe Kitty will be there… I dreamed. And then I came to the haggard gate But I knew as I entered that I had come Through fields that were part of no earthly estate
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Marked: ’34 Unpub’.