THE WOMAN OF THREE COWS

_From the Irish_

O, Woman of Three Cows, _agragh!_ don't let your

tongue thus rattle!

O, don't be saucy, don't be stiff, because you may

have cattle.

I have seen--and, here's my hand to you, I only say

what's true--

A many a one with twice your stock not half so proud

as you.

Good luck to you, don't scorn the poor, and don't be

their despiser;

For worldly wealth soon melts away, and cheats the

very miser;

And death soon strips the proudest wreath from

haughty human brows,

Then don't be stiff, and don't be proud, good Woman

of Three Cows!

See where Momonia's heroes lie, proud Owen More's

descendants,

'Tis they that won the glorious name, and had the

grand attendants!

If _they_ were forced to bow to Fate, as every mortal

bows,

Can _you_ be proud, can _you_ be stiff, my Woman

of Three Cows?

The brave sons of the Lord of Clare, they left the

land to mourning;

_Mavrone!_ for they were banished, with no hope of

their returning--

Who knows in what abodes of want those youths were

driven to house?

Yet _you_ can give yourself these airs, O Woman

of Three Cows!

O, think of Donnel of the Ships, the Chief whom

nothing daunted--

See how he fell in distant Spain, unchronicled,

unchanted!

He sleeps, the great O'Sullivan, where thunder

cannot rouse--

Then ask yourself, should _you_ be proud, good Woman

of Three Cows?

O'Ruark, Maguire, those souls of fire, whose names

are shrined in story--

Think how their high achievements once made Erin's

greatest glory--

Yet now their bones lie mouldering under weeds and

Cyprus boughs,

And so, for all your pride, will yours, O Woman

of Three Cows!

Th' O'Carrols, also, famed when fame was only for

the boldest,

Rest in forgotten sepulchres with Erin's best and

oldest;

Yet who so great as they of yore in battle or

carouse?

Just think of that, and hide your head, good Woman

of Three Cows!

Your neighbour's poor, and you, it seems, are big

with vain ideas,

Because, _inagh!_ you've got three cows, one more, I see,

than _she_ has;

That tongue of yours wags more at times than

charity allows--

But, if you're strong, be merciful, great Woman

of Three Cows!

A Book of Irish Verse Selected from modern writers, with an introduction and notes by W. B. Yeats · 第 119 / 227 题