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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!