There came an old man down the road,
And, oh, he whistled fine!
He brought a tune from out the wind,
A wind as sharp as brine;
He took the pain from out the world,
And from this heart of mine.
And, down the stair beside my door,
Two days ago I heard
A whistling boy come hopping by,
As if he were a bird;
I felt as though I were a leaf
A happy air had stirred.
God gave the whistling mouth to man,
That he old griefs might drive
Back to the dens from which they came,
And keep his soul alive!
A whistling man makes life as sweet
As honey in a hive.
(Dame Mary Gilmore DBE)
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