us

But what should you go for, oh, snowman, oh, snowman?

And why would you leave us, when home lies at hand?

“Oh, when the sun calls me, then I can wait for no man,

They hang us now in Shrewsbury jail:

The whistles blow forlorn,

"This tongue that talks, these lungs that shout,

These thews that hustle us about,

This brain that fills the skull with schemes,

Of all that ever died

I follow, and before us

Goes the delightful guide,

None will part us, none undo

The knot that makes one flesh of two,

"My mother thinks us long away;

'Tis time the field were mown.

Be still, be still, my soul; it is but for a season:

Let us endure an hour and see injustice done.

And hear the larks so high

About us in the sky.