Devon To Me

Where my fathers stood Watching the sea, Gale-spent herring boats Hugging the lea; There my Mother lives, Moorland and tree. Sight o' the blossom! Devon to me! Where my fathers walked, Driving the plough; Whistled their hearts out - Who whistles now? There my Mother burns Fire faggots free. Scent o' the wood-smoke! Devon to me! Where my fathers sat, Passing their bowls; - They've no cider now, God rest their souls! There my Mother feeds Red cattle three. Taste o' the cream-pan! Devon to me! Where my fathers sleep, Turning to dust, This old body throw When die I must! There my Mother calls, Wakeful is She! Sound o' the west-wind! Devon to me! Where my fathers lie, When I am gone, Who need pity me Dead? Never one! There my Mother clasps Me. Let me be! Feel o' the red earth! Devon to me!