Now, all young men that are not married, next Shrove can take a wife, For before next Puck Fair we will have Home Rule, and then you will be settled down in life. Now the same advice I give young girls for to get married and have pluck. Let the landlords see that you defy them when coming to Fair of Puck. Cead Mile Failte to the Fair of Puck. When one makes the obvious elisions, the lines are not so irregular as they look, and are always sung to a measure: yet the whole, in spite of the assonance, rhymes, and the 'colours grand and gay,' seems pitifully remote from any good spirit of ballad-making. Across the square a man and a woman, who had a baby tied on her back, were singing another ballad on the Russian and Japanese War, in the curious method of antiphony that is still sometimes heard in the back streets of Dublin. These are some of the verses: _Man._ Now provisions are rising, 'tis sad for to state, The flour, tea and sugar, tobacco and meat; But, God help us I poor Irish, how must we stand the test _Ambo._ If they only now stop the trade of commerce. _Woman._ Now the Russians are powerful on sea and on land; But the Japs they are active, they will them command, Before this war is finished I have one word to say, _Ambo._ There will be more shot and drowned than in the Crimea. _Man._ Now the Japs are victorious up to this time, And thousands of Russians I hear they are dying. Etc., etc. And so it went on with the same alternation of the voices through seven or eight verses; and it was curious to feel how much was gained by this simple variation of the voices. When I passed back to the fair-green, I met the men I am staying with, and went off with them under an archway, and into a back yard to look at a little two-year-old filly that they had bought and left for the moment in a loose box with three or four young horses. She was prettily and daintily shaped, but looked too light, I thought, for the work she will be expected to do. As we came out again into the road, an old man was singing an out-spoken ballad on women in the middle of the usual crowd. Just as we passed it came to a scandalous conclusion; and the women scattered in every direction, shrieking with laughter and holding shawls over their mouths. At the corner we turned into a public-house, where there were men we knew, who had done their business also; and we went into the little alcove to sit down quietly for a moment. 'What will you take, sir,' said the man I lodge with, 'a glass of wine?' I took beer and the others took porter; but we were only served after some little time, as the house was thronged with people. The men were too much taken up with their bargains and losses to talk much of other matters; and before long we came out again, and the son of the house started homewards, leading the new filly by a little halter of rope.