The Galleon Treasure

If still, forsooth, some homely page Of olden folk in homely style May een in this progressive age An idle hour or two beguile. Why, heres a story of our land And een a truthful episode, Though wrought witkout a stylists hand, Nor written in the latest mode. And still, methinks, though reft of art, You ll see the lass with olden ways Was much the same in thought and heart As maids in these ungodly days. And well I ken your lads of old Would run away from book or game, To do brave deeds, or hear them told And lads to-day are just the same. And so fall to and fear ye notT he sombreness of olden phrase, Nor look ye on their homely lot But rather on their human ways. ,{y For een though fickle custom kill The homely ways, all prim and strange, And fashions change, as fashions will, The heart of youth will never change.
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