Arthur Quiller-Couch, comp. The Oxford Book of Victorian Verse. 1922.
The Fiddler of DooneyWilliam Butler Yeats (18651939)
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Folk dance like a wave of the sea;
My cousin is priest in Kilvarnet,
My brother in Moharabuiee.
They read in their books of prayers;
I read in my book of songs
I bought at the Sligo fair.
To Peter sitting in state,
He will smile on the three old spirits,
But call me first through the gate;
Save by an evil chance;
And the merry love the fiddle,
And the merry love to dance:
They will all come up to me,
With ‘Here is the fiddler of Dooney!’
And dance like a wave of the sea.