The Stray Sheep

"I appeal to Mr Watt not to allow his personal feelings against Mr Hughes to in- terfere with the progress of Nationalism, but to come into the fold," said Mr Francis, M.H.R.

Come ye back to the fold, Willie,
    Why did ye seek to change?
For the grass is green as e'er ye've
    seen.
Why roam in pastures strange?

You're a lonely lamb by the roadside,
    Grazing beyond the fence;
Will ye no come back to the fold,
    Willie,
Ah, have some common sense!

There were days when, side by side,
    Willie,
We cropped the herbage fat.
Now ye graze alone mid bark and
    stone,
Now, where is the sense in that?

Ah, come ye back to the fold, Willie,
    To the paddocks richly grassed;
And eat your fill of the good things,
    Will;
And we'll all forget the past!