Thursday, March 17, 2011

Happy St. Patrick's Day

Thank you Anne for this beautiful pot of shamrocks. And thank you Mary for this poem.

The Fiddler of Dooney
William Butler Yeats

WHEN I play on my fiddle in Dooney,
Folk dance like a wave of the sea;
My cousin is priest in Kilvarnet,
My brother in Moharabuiee.

I passed my brother and cousin:
They read in their books of prayer;
I read in my book of songs
I bought at the Sligo fair.

When we come at the end of time,
To Peter sitting in state,
He will smile on the three old spirits,
But call me first through the gate;

For the good are always the merry,
Save by an evil chance,
And the merry love the fiddle
And the merry love to dance:

And when the folk there spy me,
They will all come up to me,
With ‘Here is the fiddler of Dooney!’
And dance like a wave of the sea.

1 comment:

Rachel said...

Thank you Susan for this lovely St Patrick's Day greeting.

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