Billy and I

8.2.29

Billy and I one Summer’s day,
Made up our minds to run away.
We decided to go to London Town,
To find a fortune all our own.

But ere we had gone many miles on our way
The sun disappeared the sky turned grey.
The rain poured down, and the wind it blew,
Poor Billy and I knew not what to do.

Through walking so far, we were very footsore.
We had got so far, but could go no more.
So we sat by the roadside and started to cry,
And wished then, and there, that we might both die.

Being so weary we soon fell asleep
To dream of our home, the farm and the sheep,
But soon we awoke with a feeling of pain
For we were stiff, and wet with the rain.

But imagine our joy, when along the road
We saw Farmer Giles with a horse and a load,
And when he came to us, and saw our plight,
He said he would take us home that night.

So he lifted us onto his load of hay,
And we came back the road, we came that day
We told him our tale as we travelled along,
And he told us tales of when he was young.

At last we came to our old homestead.
Where Mother was waiting to put us to bed
And we promised then, no more we would roam
To seek a fortune away from home.