Ammon Wrigley - "The Roamer's Return"

The following is a transcription of a work by Saddleworth poet Ammon Wrigley (1861-1946).

The Roamer's Return

Home to dear old Saddleworth, home once more,
How my heart is stirred to its inmost core;
For I’ve been roaming and it’s joy to go
Up the hillside lane by the fields I know.
Home to the hamlet where my own folks bide,
To the old armchair by the hearthstone side;
To the neighbour folks and my boyhood’s friends,
Who oft played with me at the old lane ends.
Home to the throstle on the high ash tree,
When its throat is full of the springtime glee;
To the upland fields where the skylarks sing,
And the rough brown moor with its grouse and ling.
Home to the meadows in the mowing time,
To the high barn now that I used to climb;
To the windrows turned on a housing day,
And the laneside trees hung with wisps of hay.
I'll go to the village not far below,
To the quaint old street and folks I know;
I know what they'll say as they’ve always done:
“Put it theer, owd lad, if it weighs a ton”.
The little sweet shop where I used to stare
At the parkin pigs and toffy sticks there;
How I pressed my nose ‘gainst the window pane,
And longed for a penny but longed in vain.
Home to old Saddleworth what more do I need,
Than the hills I love and the men they breed-?
And I’ll roam no more for I ne’er have found
More kindlier hearts or a dearer ground.

Ammon Wrigley - "The Roamer's Return"


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