Do not let any woman read this verse; It is for men, and after them their sons And their sons' sons.
O woman full of wiliness! Although for love of me you pine, Withhold your hand adventurous,
Mad Patsy said, he said to me, That every morning he could see An angel walking on the sky;
The sky-like girl whom we knew! She dressed herself to go to the fair In a dress of white and blue;
If poesy have truth at all, If some great lion of the Gael Shall rule the lovely land of F'l;
The wind stood up and gave a shout; He whistled on his fingers, and Kicked the withered leaves about
Who knows a thing and will not tell Shall spend eternity in hell; But he who learns and teaches free
I walked out in my Coat of Pride, I looked about on every side, And said the mountains should not be
The crooked paths go every way Upon the hill - they wind about Through the heather in and out