THREE ACRES AND A COW
“I hear thee speak of a bit o’ land,
And a cow for every laboring hand;
Tell me, dear mother, where is that shore
Where I shall find it and work no more?
Is it at home this promised ground
Where the acres three and a cow are found?
Is it where pheasants and partridges breed?
Or in fields where the farmer is sowing his seed?
Is it on the moors so wild and grand
I shall find this bit of arable land?”
“Not there! Not there, my Giles!”
“Eye hath not seen that fair land, my child,
Ear hath but heard an echo wild –
The nightmare of an excited brain,
That dreamers have, like Chamberlain.
Far away, beyond the ken
Of sober, practical businessmen;
Far away beyond the sight
Of men whose heads are screwed on right;
Where castles in the air do stand,
Behold the cow and the bit of land!
‘Tis there! ‘Tis there, my Giles!”