where your brothers slept
You rode slowly at first,
lest a heart should suspect
That you were so glad to be gone
You had scarcely the courage
By the homestead receding from view
And you breathed with relief
For the world was a wide world to you
Grey eyes that grow sadder
Fond heart that is ever more true,
Firm faith that grows firmer
She'll wait by the slip rings
From the stockyard, the bush, and the hut
from its dullness she feels
Is when ridges grow softened and dim
to the slip rail she steals
To dream of past meetings with him
Grey eyes that grow sadder
Fond heart that is ever more true
Firm faith that grows firmer
She'll wait by the slipper and
Do you think where in place of bare fences,
and green hedges are seen?
Where the girls have lily
and rose in their cheeks,
and the grass in midsummer is green?
Do you think now and then,
Of the city while London is new?
and the freckle -faced girl
Who is eating her heart out for you?
Grey eyes that are sadder
Bruised heart that is ever more true
Fond faith that is firmer
She waits by the slip rails for you
She waits by the slipper edge for you,