School: St Johnston (2)

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1. The Dulse Puller (continued)

   

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   With basket and bags she swings down the flags
   Until she arrives at the spot
   Where by sea sense she knows, the finest dulse grows
   Which she gathers without e'er a stop.
   As the time rolls along, the good work is being done
   and each bag is soon filled to the top.
   III
   With step that is light she steps o'er the rocks
   She seeks out the leaf that brings gain.
   With feet neither covered with slippers nor socks
   But the sharp jagged points give no pain.
   For her soles have grown tough with the work and the wear
   From (all) pain they are almost immune
   She trots through the sharp shell's that lie everywhere
   and they cause neither pain nor a swoon.
   IV
   With heart that is light but with bags that are full
   She turns her back on the shore.
   Well laden, she now has a strenuous pull.
   A big load! it often was more.
   On a flag in the sun the dulse is soon spread
   Then back to her neat cot again.
   and the children for whom she's been earning the bread
   Must now watch the dulse from the rain

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