I heard the Huntsman calling as he drew three-acre spinney;
He found a fox and hunted him and handled him ere night,
And his voice upon the hillside was as golden as a guinea,
And I ventured he’d done nicely -most respectful and polite –
Jig-jogging back to kennels and the stars were shining bright.
Old Jezebel and Jealous they were trotting at his stirrup;
The road was clear, the moon were up, ’twas but a mile or so;
He got the pack about him with a chirp and with a chirrup,
And said he “I had the secret from my granddad long ago;
And all the old man left me, sir, if you should want to know.”
“And he was most a gypsy, sir, and spoke the gypsy lingos,
But he knew of hounds and horses all as Nimrod might have know’d:”
When we’d ask him how he did it, he would say, ‘You little Gringos
I learnt it from a lady that I met upon the road;
In the hills o’ Connemara was this wondrous gift bestowed.’
“Connemara County Galway – and himself a rising thirty;
He was taking hounds to kennel, all alone, he used to say;
And the hills of Connemara, when the night is falling dirty,
Is an ill place to be left in when the dusk is turning grey,
An ill place to be lost in most any time o’ day.
“adown the dismal mountains that night it blew tremendous,
A-sobbing like a giant and a-snorting like a whale,
When he saw beside the sheep track (‘Holy saints’ says he ‘defend us!’)
A mighty dainty lady, dressed in green and sweet and pale,
And she rode an all-cream pony with an Arab head and tail.
“Says she to him ‘Young gentleman, to you I’d be beholden
If you’d ride along to Fairyland this night beside o’ me;
There’s a fox that eats our goslings-them that lays the eggs that’s golden –
And oh the hounds of Fairyland, ’tis small account they be,
Sure it wants an advertising pack to gobble such as he!’
“So granddad says, ‘Your servant, Miss’ and got his hounds together,
And the mountainside flew open and they rode into the hill;
“Your country’s one to cross,” says he, and sorts a stirrup-leather;
And he found in half a jiffy, and he finished with a kill;
And the little fairy lady, she was with ’em with a will.
“Then ‘O,’ says she ‘young man ,’ says she ”tis lonesome here in Faerie’
So won’t you stay and hunt with us and never more to roam.
And take a bride’ she looks at him-‘whose youth can never vary,
With hair as black as midnight and a breast as white as foam?’
And ‘Thank you, Miss’ says granddad, but I’ve got one wife at home!’
“Then ‘O young man,’ says she, ‘young man, then you shall take a bounty,
A bounty of my magic that may grant you wishes three:
Come make yourself the grandest man from out o’ Galway County
To Dublin’s famous city all of my good gramarye?’
And ‘Thank you, Miss,’ says granddad, ‘but such ain’t no use to me.’
“But he said, since she was pressing of her fairy spells and forces,
He’d take the threefold bounty, lest a gift he’d seem to scorn:
He’d ask, beyond all other men, the trick o’ hounds and horses,
And a voice to charm a woodland of a soft December morn,
And sons to follow after him, all to the business born.
“And – but her we are at home, Sir. Yes, the old man was a terror
For his fairies and his nonsense, yet the story’s some ways right;
He’d the trick o’ hounds and horses to a marvel- and no error;
And to hear him draw a woodland was a pride and a delight;
And was it luck entirely, Sir? -I killed my fox tonight.”
(Patrick R Chalmers)
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