THE BROWNIES IN IRELAND.

And thus passed o’er the marshy ground
That did their castle walls surround.
The last one of the giant race,

"Tis said, here found a resting-place;
For here the giant, with a sack

Of plunder bundled on his back,

Fell from the road one stormy night,
And in the bog sank out of sight.

The people living hereabout

 

Were not inclined to help him out,
But watched him sinking with his prog
And named the place the ‘ Giant’s Bog.’”
Another said: “’T is strange, I hold,
No searcher after relics old

Has ever brought around a spade

And here an excavation made

To bring the giant’s bones to light,
And have them set on wires aright,

So people for all time might stare
Upon a skeleton so rare.”

So thus they talked and rambled free
The wonders of the land to see.

 

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