A LETTER FROM HOME
I’ve a letter from home to-day;
A letter from home to say
That they’re cutting the trees in the Priory Wood,
That lambing is over and crops are good.
Quite the usual thing, be it understood,
Is my letter from home, to-day.
I’ve a letter from home, to-day;
A letter from far away,
Bidding me ever to bear in mind
The dear old friends I have left behind.
But I’m not of the quickly forgetting kind,
Dear letter from home, to-day!
In my letter from home, to-day;
Is a postscript, just to say
“No doubt you’ll be very much grieved to hear
That the girl who stayed at the Grange last year,
Is dead, and was yesterday buried here.”
And the world has ended, to-day.