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- THE PILGRIM
-
- I FASTED for some forty days on bread and buttermilk,
- For passing round the bottle with girls in rags or silk,
- In country shawl or Paris cloak, had put my wits astray,
- And what's the good of women, for all that they can say
- i{Is fol de rol de rolly O.}
-
- Round Lough Derg's holy island I went upon the
- stones,
- I prayed at all the Stations upon my matrow-bones,
- And there I found an old man, and though, I prayed all
- day
- And that old man beside me, nothing would he say
- i{But fol de rol de rolly O.}
-
- All know that all the dead in the world about that
- place are stuck,
- And that should mother seek her son she'd have but
- little luck
- Because the fires of purgatory have ate their shapes
- away;
- I swear to God I questioned them, and all they had to
- say
- i{Was fol de rol de rolly O.}
- A great black ragged bird appeared when I was in the
- boat;
- Some twenty feet from tip to tip had it stretched
- rightly out,
- With flopping and with flapping it made a great dis-
- play,
- But I never stopped to question, what could the boat-
- man say
- i{But fol de rol de rolly O.}
- Now I am in the public-house and lean upon the wall,
- So come in rags or come in silk, in cloak or country
- shawl,
- And come with learned lovers or with what men you
- may,
- For I can put the whole lot down, and all I have to say
- i{Is fol de rol de rolly O.}
-