After the Accident
By Bret Harte (Francis)
What I want is my husband, sir,
And if youre a man, sir,
Youll give me an answer,
Where is my Joe?
Penrhyn, sir, Joe,
Caernarvonshire.
Six months ago
Since we came here
Eh? Ah, you know!
Well, I am quiet
And still,
But I must stand here,
And will!
Please, Ill be strong,
If youll just let me wait
Inside o that gate
Till the news comes along.
Negligence!
That was the cause!
Butchery!
Are there no laws,
Laws to protect such as we?
Well, then!
I wont raise my voice.
There, men!
I wont make no noise,
Only you just let me be.
Four, only four did he say
Saved! and the other ones? Eh?
Why do they call?
Why are they all
Looking and coming this way?
Whats that? a message?
Ill take it.
I know his wife, sir,
Ill break it.
Foreman!
Ay, ay!
Out by and by,
Just saved his life.
Say to his wife
Soon hell be free.
Will I? God bless you!
Its me!