THE PASSING OF THE FAYRIES
"AN' was there a dhrop between us?"
That's what they're sayin' still.
An' never a dhrop was there at all,
But a crowd of wans in the road for all,
An' sthrivin' up the hill.
The dawn was barely sthreakin'
An' a sup o' rain doin' in ;
But liftin' as the day grew on,
Like dhryin' up when the night was gone,
With a scutch o' risin' win'.
An' here was these wans comin',
An' creepenin' up the side,
With a surt of murmerin', wailin' soun'
That seemed to be risin' all aroun',
Like the soun' of the weary tide
There was oul', an' young, an' childher,
All bended under loads ;
With beds an' crocks, an' spuds, an' grips,
An' spinnin' wheels, an' taller dips,
All filin' up the roads.
From Earey Beg an' Earey Moar,
Over the broken bridge ;
Over the pairk at Earey Glass,
By Balla'himmin and up Rhenass,
An' all along the ridge.
