There he was in the peat loft when I went for the peats, and he had it all as fine as clerk after passon.
Just stirring the peats, and boiling the kettle, and lifting the gorse when there was any fire.
First he took off his boots, and made for the peats on tiptoe.
Before the glow of the peats the sadness and gloom slowly dissipated.
See, I have been dreaming and sleeping ...