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Good Father John O'Hart

In penal days rode out

To a shoneen

[53] in his freelands,

With his snipe marsh and his trout.

In trust took he John's lands,

—Sleiveens

[54] were all his race—

And he gave them as dowers to his daughters,

And they married beyond their place.

But Father John went up,

And Father John went down;

And he wore small holes in his shoes,

And he wore large holes in his gown.

All loved him, only the shoneen,

Whom the devils have by the hair,

From their wives and their cats and their children,

To the birds in the white of the air.

The birds, for he opened their cages,

As he went up and down;

And he said with a smile, "Have peace, now,"

And went his way with a frown.

But if when anyone died,

Came keeners hoarser than rooks,

He bade them give over their keening,

For he was a man of books.

And these were the works of John,

When weeping score by score,

People came into Coloony,

For he'd died at ninety-four.

There was no human keening;

The birds from Knocknarea,

And the world round Knocknashee,

Came keening in that day,—

Keening from Innismurry,

Nor stayed for bit or sup;

This way were all reproved

Who dig old customs up.

Coloony là một thị trấn cách thị trấn Sligo vài dặm về phía nam. Cha O'Hart từng sống ở đó vào thế kỷ trước và rất được yêu mến. Những dòng thơ này ghi lại chính xác truyền thống dân gian. Không ai nắm giữ phần đất bị đánh cắp mà được thịnh vượng. Nó đã đổi chủ nhiều lần.

Chú thích

Shoneen — nghĩa là kẻ trưởng giả học làm sang.

Sleiveen — nghĩa là kẻ tiểu nhân.