Bring Kateen-beug and Maurya Jude <br />To dance in Beg-Innish, <br />And when the lads (they're in Dunquin) <br />Have sold their crabs and fish, <br />Wave fawny shawls and call them in, <br />And call the little girls who spin, <br />And seven weavers from Dunquin, <br />To dance in Beg-Innish. <br /> <br />I'll play you jigs, and Maurice Kean, <br />Where nets are laid to dry, <br />I've silken strings would draw a dance <br />From girls are lame or shy; <br />Four strings I've brought from Spain and France <br />To make your long men skip and prance, <br />Till stars look out to see the dance <br />Where nets are laid to dry. <br /> <br />We'll have no priest or peeler in <br />To dance in Beg-Innish; <br />But we'll have drink from M'riarty Jim <br />Rowed round while gannets fish, <br />A keg with porter to the brim, <br />That every lad may have his whim, <br />Till we up sails with M'riarty Jim <br />And sail from Ben-Innish.<br /><br />John Millington Synge<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/beg-innish/
