OLD Nannie has a garden
Where thyme and lad’s-love grow,
Larkspur, tansy, lupin
And spires of herb-willow.
She seems poor, but folk tell me
She’s worth a sight of brass;
Her kin were moorside farmers
And she was an only lass.
She says she’s over a hundred;
(Old people have their pride!)
For more than five and-ninety years
She’s lived by Kirkby side;
I’ve seen her asleep at sundown,
Her knitting upon her lap,
And a blue tit singing its heart out,
Perched on her black lace cap.
(Dorothy Una Ratcliffe)
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