Erystain Promenade


We like to go for a good long walk
In the evening after tea,
And with the neighbours have a talk
In friendly jollity.

Old Ellen Gorry at her gate
Will have the latest news,
While Walter Gorry, sure as fate
Will chuckle and amuse.

We reach the straight, and skirt a pool
That lies across the track,
And pass the farm of Lewis Cooil,
And reach the Ballayak.

Then a white gate, trim fuchsia hedge,
To where the Radcliffes dwell,
And sometimes further to the edge
Of reservoir as well.

And there we pause and rest awhile,
The dogs lie at our feet;
Then Aunt will rise and with a smile
Sing something old and sweet.

Then arm in arm and singing still,
While twilight shadows fall,
We walk below the silent hill
Beside the crumbling wall,

The old roofed well, the ruined house,
The elderberry tree;
We startle many a roving mouse
And bats swoop eerily.

The dogs trot on with tails in air
And long tongues hanging out;
Mother and son, a handsome pair,
But growing somewhat stout.

Fanny is old and nearly blind,
But will not miss her stroll;
And Ralph quite meekly comes behind,
With graceful sway and roll.

We love the evening promenade
Before we light the lamp
And supper on the table laid,
And grass with dew is damp.