A FAIRY TALE

With sword at side, on his charger good,

The King's son of Erin

Into the depths of the dark, green wood

Forward was faring;

Golden-armoured and golden-curled,

Faith, the sweetest song in the world

His heart was hearing!

Onward he rode, with heart elate;

Gaily he sought her —

She, the Princess to be his mate,

The great King's daughter,

Jewelled fingers and golden crown,

Slim young body and eyes as brown

As the brown bog-water.

On he rode through a laughing land:

The ways grew wider,

There stood a cottage close at hand,

And there he spied her —

O but her feet were brown and bare,

And brown were her curls, as she stood there

With her geese beside her.

Alas! for the Princess, proud and slim,

The great King's daughter;

We'll trust she wasted no thought on him,

For he straight forgot her,

Forgot her jewels and golden crown,

For the goose-girl's laughing eyes were brown

As the brown bog-water.

Then straightway down from his steed he sprang

And bent above her;

O sweet were the songs the breezes sang

Across the clover;

But what the words he said in her ear,

Since none but her geese were by to hear,

I can n't discover.

And what of the Princess, proud and high?

Good luck upon her!

Sure, another Prince came riding by,

And he wooed and won her.

Now I tell the tale as‘ twas told to me

By a fairy lad, across the sea

In County Connor.