THE CATHOLIC PRESS SATURDAY 5TH APRIL 1902
THE PASSING OF THE SHEE
And did you meet them riding down
A mile away from Galway town?
Wise childish eyes of Irish gray,
You must have seen them, too, to-day.
And did you hear wild music blow
All down the boreen, long and low,
The tramp of ragweed horses’ feet,
And Una’s laughter, wild and sweet.
Oh, once I met them riding down
A hillside far from Galway town;
But not alone I walked that day
To hear the fairy pipers play.
They lighted down the kindly Shee,
They builded palace walls for me;
They built me boker, they built me bawn,
Ganconagh, Banshee, Leprechaun.
They builded me a chamber fair,
Roofed in with music, walled by air,
And, in its garden, fair to sight,
Green wallflowers, windflowers, brown and white.
Bouchaleen bree, if you should see
One riding with the happy Shee,
One with blue eyes and yellow hair,
Less light of heart than many there-
Ah, tell him I’m seeking still
Our fairy hold by fairy hill-
Following the fairy pipes that play
Over the hills and far away.