The Woman:
My wish for my land is that ladies be beautiful,
That horses be spirited and gentlemen courteous
And all moustaches faultless.
That horses be spirited and gentlemen courteous
And all moustaches faultless.
My wish for my husband is that he read Tennyson.
My wish for my daughter is that she be interesting
And capture a million acres.
My wish for my daughter is that she be interesting
And capture a million acres.
My wish for my sons is that they be chivalrous,
Sun-tanned and tall, and that they bestow on me
Sun-tanned and tall, and that they bestow on me
Perhaps a dozen grandsons.
My wish for my house is that linen be Irish
And tableware sterling, and that the piano
Go never too long unplayed.
And tableware sterling, and that the piano
Go never too long unplayed.
My wish for myself is that I grow matronly,
Straying in dove-grey silk through the roses
Under the far far harking of the crows.
Straying in dove-grey silk through the roses
Under the far far harking of the crows.
Randolph Harris II International Institute 