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Arthur Quiller-Couch, comp. The Oxford Book of Victorian Verse. 1922.

The Fiddler of Dooney

William Butler Yeats (1865–1939)

WHEN I play on my fiddle in Dooney

Folk dance like a wave of the sea;

My cousin is priest in Kilvarnet,

My brother in Moharabuiee.

I pass’d my brother and cousin:

They read in their books of prayers;

I read in my book of songs

I bought at the Sligo fair.

When we come at the end of time,

To Peter sitting in state,

He will smile on the three old spirits,

But call me first through the gate;

For the good are always the merry,

Save by an evil chance;

And the merry love the fiddle,

And the merry love to dance:

And when the folk there spy me,

They will all come up to me,

With ‘Here is the fiddler of Dooney!’

And dance like a wave of the sea.