where’s a worth for scotch ( I brood ),
alas, ( I think ) at kitchen sink,
she looks ( at all ) the idle while
pullin’ back her hair, the pail o’er,
‘ ston’silltwill ( ) a ladder’
& ( she did ) to the bower
Poetry
where’s a worth for scotch ( I brood ),
alas, ( I think ) at kitchen sink,
she looks ( at all ) the idle while
pullin’ back her hair, the pail o’er,
‘ ston’silltwill ( ) a ladder’
& ( she did ) to the bower