I <br />My Paistin Finn is my sole desire, <br />And I am shrunken to skin and bone, <br />For all my heart has had for its hire <br />Is what I can whistle alone and alone. <br />Oro, oro.! <br />Tomorrow night I will break down the door. <br />What is the good of a man and he <br />Alone and alone, with a speckled shin? <br />I would that I drank with my love on my knee <br />Between two barrels at the inn. <br />Oro, oro.! <br /> <br />To-morrow night I will break down the door. <br />Alone and alone nine nights I lay <br />Between two bushes under the rain; <br />I thought to have whistled her down that <br />I whistled and whistled and whistled in vain. <br />Oro, oro! <br />To-morrow night I will break down the door. <br /> <br />II <br />I would that I were an old beggar <br />Rolling a blind pearl eye, <br />For he cannot see my lady <br />Go gallivanting by; <br />A dreary, dreepy beggar <br />Without a friend on the earth <br />But a thieving rascally cur -- <br />O a beggar blind from his birth; <br />Or anything else but a rhymer <br />Without a thing in his head <br />But rhymes for a beautiful lady, <br />He rhyming alone in his bed.<br /><br />William Butler Yeats<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/two-songs-rewritten-for-the-tune-s-sake/
