On the morning I stood in the fair of Dunleer With a bullock they'd know in the States for a steer, Old Larry went off to the pub with an ear For the prices that day in the market. And as I was puffing away to compare The breath o' my pipe with the beast's on the air, A jobber from Bristol came up to me there, With his: "What will ye take for him, sonny?" "Twelve guineas!" said I, with my heart in the hope That Larry would soon be returning to cope $ With the buyer, who snickered: "I say, are the rope " And the nose-ring a part of the bargain?" Then I, with the twang o' the Yank that I was, Who knew not a line o' the cow-jobbers' laws, " Replied to the blackguard: "They are, sir, because -- But you better find out from my uncle." Then, lo and behold ye! While shuffling away With a laugh, he met Larry returning; yet they, In striking a bargain, had nothing to say Concerning the rope and the nose-ring. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE ART OF POETRY; TO CHARLES MORICE by PAUL VERLAINE ADVICE TO A RAVEN IN RUSSIA by JOEL BARLOW THE HOUSE OF LIFE: 98. HE AND I by DANTE GABRIEL ROSSETTI STARTING FROM PAUMANOK by WALT WHITMAN PEARLS OF THE FAITH: 30. AL-HADIL by EDWIN ARNOLD |