THE BROWNIES IN IRELAND.

And all the hills around so green
Reflected in the floods are seen.

 

Then in the Druid’s temple old
They stood, and many a story told
About the people’s rites and ways
And curious myths of ancient days.
One night they saw a dozen spats
Between some large Kilkenny cats,
That, to the old tradition true,
Fought till the hair in patches flew.

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so

Provoked to see a temper wild,
In pets that should be meek and mild,
The Brownies broke upon the fray

And scattered them in every way.
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