I Don'T Talk Much Anymore

I hardly understand ye anymore… Ye speak so softly And my hearing it’s gone poor Ye go all angry on me When I misunderstand...It’s walkin’ on eggs When I walk through the door I hold my tongue now It’s rarely I speak…and When I do It’s no more than a wee squeak It’s hard to speak to ye When I canna hear your reply And I hate so to see the fire in your eye So it’s quiet as a wee mouse I’ll most often be in the house And hopen ‘ ye won’t go all angry at me For my hearing tis’ disappearing And you speak a bit softly …That’s why I don’t try much anymore… 18 lines 119 words
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