In secret places strange and wild E'en to the wonder of a child, The Wee Folk cobble the little boots, For birds that scratch the lusmore's roots And every night the Leprahaun Must finish ere the Streak of Dawn A pair of boots for every hen That scratches on the graves of men. Now Katty Shields in Kilnagrude, One morning wanting to feed her brood, And finding all the hens arrayed In boots, she cursed the cobbler's trade. And since that morning long ago, She is always out at heel and toe, In a pair of brogues, the like of which Might well be found behind a ditch. For she had cursed the Leprahaun, Who finishes before the dawn A pair of boots for every hen That scratches on the graves of men. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE BLUEBELL by EMILY JANE BRONTE THE RAVAGED VILLA by HERMAN MELVILLE THE BLOOD HORSE by BRYAN WALLER PROCTER MAN, THE MAN-HUNTER by CARL SANDBURG EHEU, FUGACES! by FRANKLIN PIERCE ADAMS JACK FROST AND THE CATY-DID by JOHN GARDINER CALKINS BRAINARD |