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!