THE GOAT-DEALER
Reading edition
Did you see the goat-dealer All in his jacket green? I met him on the rocky road ’Twixt this and Baile-doirin. A hundred nannies ran before, And a she-ass behind, And then the old wanderer himself, Burnt red with sun and wind. He gave me the time-a-day And doitered over the hill, Walloping his gay ashplant And shouting his fill. I think I hear him yet, Tho’ it’s a giant’s cry From where I hailed him first, Standing up to the sky. Is that Puck Green I see beyond? It is, and the stir is there. By the holy hat, I know then— He’s making for Puck Fair!