What I want is my husband, sir,-
And if you're a man, sir,
You'll give me an answer,-
Where is my Joe?
Penrhyn, sir, Joe,-
Caernarvonshire.
Six months ago
Since we came here-
Eh?-Ah, you know!
Well, I am quiet
And still,
But I must stand here,
And will!
Please, I'll be strong,
If you'll just let me wait
Inside o' that gate
Till the news comes along.
“Negligence!”-
That was the cause!-
Butchery!
Are there no laws,-
Laws to protect such as we?
Well, then!
I won't raise my voice.
There, men!
I won't make no noise,
Only you just let me be.
Four, only four-did he say-
Saved! and the other ones?-Eh?
Why do they call?
Why are they all
Looking and coming this way?
What's that?-a message?
I'll take it.
I know his wife, sir,
I'll break it.
“Foreman!”
Ay, ay!
“Out by and by,-
Just saved his life.
Say to his wife
Soon he'll be free.”
Will I?-God bless you!
It's me!
After The Accident
Bret Harte
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Poem topics: god, husband, life, voice, raise, wait, answer, strong, message, stand, protect, noise, quiet, break, wife, I love you, I miss you, Print This Poem , Rhyme Scheme
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