RHULLICK-NY-QUAKERYN.
What brings you over the hill to-night?
What makes you look so treih?
Are you hearing soun's in the win' to-night?
Or seeing what we can't spy?
"You're snug an' warm down here, my son,
In your thatch-house by the shore.
But there's wan lyin' out in the storm, my son,
That I think on more an' more."
"Will I take you home to the hill, to-night?
Or will you stop till morn?
You shall sleep in the children's bed to-night,
And take the road at dawn."
"I would gladly stop down here, my son,
An' with the childher bide;
But there's wan lyin' out on the hill, my son.
Is callin' me to his side."
"As I came over the hill to-night
His voice spoke in mine ear—
'Are thou coming soon, my widowed wife,
We are snugly housed up here.'"
