Jesus bought me a ten pence mix up

By J Newton

Version 3

Old and young,
a loving combination,
they amble down the brae
hand in hand.

Hurry, we’ll miss mass.
But it’s Thursday, Nanny!
 
Holidays of Obligation
are explained.
The need to visit Jesus
twice in one week.
The promise of a sweetie
for the trouble.
 
Genuflexions done;
Rosary said,
the little shop beckons.
Black Jacks, milk bottles,
comfits and laces.
A ten pence poke of heaven.
 
In the hall at home, she dips
her fingers in the sherbet font.
The old one thanks God for the
young one beside her.
The young one thanks Jesus
for her ten pence mix up.
 



Version 2

They amble down the brae
hand in hand.
Old and young;
a loving combination.
Hurry, we’ll miss mass.
But it’s Thursday, Nanny!
 
Holidays of Obligation
are explained.
The need to visit Jesus
twice in one week.
The promise of a sweetie
for the trouble.
 
Genuflexions done.
Rosaries of devotion to
black jacks, milk bottles,
comfits and laces,
a ten pence poke of heaven.
 
The old one thanks God for the
young one beside her.
The young one thanks Jesus
for her ten pence mix up
in the hall at home;
dipping fingers in the sherbet font.
 



Version 1

They amble down the brae
hand in hand.
Old and young;
a loving combination.
Hurry, we’ll miss mass.
But it’s Thursday, Nanny!
 
Holidays of Obligation
are explained.
The need to visit Jesus
twice in one week.
The promise of a sweetie
for the trouble.
 
Genuflexions done,
Rosary said,
the little shop beckons.
Black Jacks, milk bottles,
comfits and laces.
Ten pence buys a
poke full of heaven.
 
In the hall at home;
dipping fingers in the font.
The old one thanks God for the
young one beside her.
The young one thanks Jesus
for her ten pence mix up.