Oh, to have a little house! To own the hearth and stool and all! The heaped-up sods upon the fire, The pile of turf against the wall! To have a clock with weights and chains And pendulum swinging up and down, A dresser filled with shining delph, Speckled and white and blue and brown!

-Colum, Padraic
c.1907  'An Old Woman of the Roads'.

Swaying to and fro on his rickety stool He played that sad raggy tune like a musical fool. Sweet blues!

-Hughes, (James Mercer) Langston
  'The Weary Blues'.