Good Father John O'Hart In penal days rode out To a shoneen who had free lands And his own snipe and trout. In trust took he John's lands; Sleiveens were all his race; And he gave them as dowers to his daughters, And they married beyond their place. But Father John went up, And Father John went down; And he wore small holes in his shoes, And he wore large holes in his gown. All loved him, only the shoneen, Whom the devils have by the hair, From the wives, and the cats, and the children, To the birds in the white of the air. The birds, for he opened their cages As he went up and down; And he said with a smile, "Have peace now"; And he went his way with a frown. But if when any one died Came keeners hoarses than rooks, He bade them give over their keening; For he was a man of books. And these were the works of John, When weeping score by score, People came into Coloony; For he'd died at ninety-four. There was no human keening; The birds from Knocknarea And the world round Knocknashee Came keening in that day. The young birds and old birds Came flying, heavy and sad; Keening in from Tiraragh, Keening from Ballinafad; Keening from Inishmurray, Nor stayed for bite or sup; This way were all reproved Who dig old customs up. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE RIGHT TO GRIEF by CARL SANDBURG INGRATEFUL [OR UNGRATEFUL] BEAUTY THREATENED by THOMAS CAREW SHAMEFUL DEATH by WILLIAM MORRIS (1834-1896) THE MOTHER by ROBERT WILLIAM SERVICE THE SEAMY SIDE OF MOTLEY by FRANKLIN PIERCE ADAMS ODES: BOOK 1: ODE 18. TO THE HON. FRANCIS EARL OF HUNTINGDON by MARK AKENSIDE DOOMSDAY: TREASURES IN HEAVEN by WILLIAM ALEXANDER (1567-1640) CAELI by FRANCIS WILLIAM BOURDILLON MEDITATIONS FOR EVERY DAY IN PASSION WEEK: THURSDAY by JOHN BYROM |