I thought you'd wake me wife! she sleeps, Down in a churchyard near!" Wid that, the dark dissective turned, An' bursted in a tear! I dhribbled out a few meself, Me brow, wid shame I bint, An' like a lamb, from slaughter, slow, Wid tottherin' steps I wint, But never, never from that day, Was any tidins' seen, Of me owld purse, me forty pound! Or of the Fairy Queen! Then, whin I thought of Norah's wrath, An' what a power she'd say, Me fine black hair, riz on me skull, An' grew all grizzle gray! O never more, to Dublin town, I'll come, to sell me pigs! I walk a melancholy man, Like one, that's got the jigs, An' in the town of Limerick, if You ever chance, to meet A haggard man, wid batthered hat, Come sthridin down the sthreet, An' if he stops, by fits and starts, An' stares at nothin' keen! Say "there goes Corney, look he's mad! He cotch a Fairy Queen." And if you chance in Sackville Sthreet, Or any other way, To meet, all beautifully dhrest, A lovely colleen gay; An' if she chances on the name, That you wor christened by, An' laughs, as if she knew ye, With a cute acquaintance eye, An' if she takes your arm, an' siz, That she's a Fairy Queen, Start back in horror, shout aloud, O woman am I green! Am I before a doctor's shop, Where coloured bottles be? Is there a green light, on my face, That you should spake to me? Go home, O Fairy Queen, go home! At once, an' holus bolus! Remimber, Corney Keegan's purse, An' think of the Dublin Polis [Illustration] [Illustration: The Devil in Richmond Park] I WAS walking about, in a casual way, Thro' the ferns, in Richmond Park, 'Twas just at the fringe of the twilight hour, On the skirt, of the time called dark, And the wind was rough, and I couldn't succeed, To kindle my three-penny smoke, When a gentleman stepped from behind a tree, And coughed, and hemmed, and spoke: "You'll pardon me, Sir, you're in want of a light," Said he, with a bow to me, And straight producing a braided star, He struck it against his knee, And with an expression of much concern, To see that my weed was right, He manipulated the light himself, With a courtesy most polite.