James Stephens,
Reincarnations
“ Was lout, son of lout, by old lout, and was da to a lout! O'BRUAIDAR I will sing no more songs: the pride of my country I sang Through forty long years of good rhyme, without any avail; And no one cared even as much as the half of a hang For the song or the singer, so here is an end to the tale. If a person should think I complain and have not got the cause, Let him bring his eyes here and take a good look at my hand, Let him say if a goose-quill has calloused this poor pair of paws Or the spade that I grip on and dig with out there in the land? ”
