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- UNDER THE ROUND TOWER
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- "ALTHOUGH I'd lie lapped up in linen
- A deal I'd sweat and little earn
- If I should live as live the neighbours,'
- Cried the beggar, Billy Byrne;
- "Stretch bones till the daylight come
- On great-grandfather's battered tomb.'
- Upon a grey old battered tombstone
- In Glendalough beside the stream
- Where the O'Byrnes and Byrnes are buried,
- He stretched his bones and fell in a dream
- Of sun and moon that a good hour
- Bellowed and pranced in the round tower;
- Of golden king and Silver lady,
- Bellowing up and bellowing round,
- Till toes mastered a sweet measure,
- Mouth mastered a sweet sound,
- Prancing round and prancing up
- Until they pranced upon the top.
- That golden king and that wild lady
- Sang till stars began to fade,
- Hands gripped in hands, toes close together,
- Hair spread on the wind they made;
- That lady and that golden king
- Could like a brace of blackbirds sing.
- "It's certain that my luck is broken,'
- That rambling jailbird Billy said;
- "Before nightfall I'll pick a pocket
- And snug it in a feather bed.
- I cannot find the peace of home
- On great-grandfather's battered tomb.'
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