Ole and Lena II

Oh Lena, constant wife of fifty years
I recollect the struggles and the tears
As when the harvest failed in sixty-three
Then here you were, as now you are, with me
And when the barn blew down in eighty-two
Who else was side by side with me but you?
And Lena, when in nineteen ninety-eight
The cattle dead, the bailiffs at the gate,
Still it was you, still constant by my side
As constant as the day you were my bride
And now as on the edge of life I lie
I contemplate that soon perhaps I’ll die
And, by ill-fortune’s winds so roughly shook,
I realize you only bring bad luck