dots-menu
×

Home  »  Rudyard Kipling’s Verse  »  When ’Omer Smote ’Is Bloomin’ Lyre

Rudyard Kipling (1865–1936). Verse: 1885–1918. 1922.

When ’Omer Smote ’Is Bloomin’ Lyre

WHEN ’Omer smote ’is bloomin’ lyre,

He’d ’eard men sing by land an’ sea;

An’ what he thought ’e might require,

’E went an’ took—the same as me!

The market-girls an’ fishermen,

The shepherds an’ the sailors, too,

They ’eard old songs turn up again,

But kep’ it quiet—same as you!

They knew ’e stole; ’e knew they knowed.

They didn’t tell, nor make a fuss,

But winked at ’Omer down the road,

An’ ’e winked back—the same as us!

THE END