| Harriet Monroe, ed. (1860–1936). Poetry: A Magazine of Verse. 1912–22. | | | | World Lullaby | | By Frances Shaw |
| | | MY cryin’ baby of a World | |
| I’ve left behind today— | |
| I would na mither it for a’ | |
| The red jew’ls of Cathay! | |
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| For I am breasted to the moors | 5 |
| And skirted for the sea— | |
| That cryin’ baby of a World, | |
| It shan’t come botherin’ me! | |
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| I will not even stop to find | |
| What ye’re a-cryin’ for— | 10 |
| A-wailin’ and a-scrappin’, | |
| And a-callin’ of it “War.” | |
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| I’m off, and breasted to the moors | |
| And skirted for the sea | |
| To get a slice o’ God’s Peace | 15 |
| And bring it home with me. . . . . . . . . | |
| There’s somethin’ tuggin’ at my skirt | |
| Whichiver way I wind, | |
| And somethin’ cryin’ in my ear | |
| That won’t be left behind. | 20 |
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| Oh hush ye, hush ye, darlint— | |
| I was foolin’ of ye quite: | |
| Yer mither’s comin’ back to ye | |
| To tuck ye in this night. | | | | |
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