(From “The Maid of Ballalonna”)
Where “Themselves” are meeting nightly
Is the hollow past the bridge.
Few can see their antics sprightly
Under Ballalonna Bridge.
Mortals passing on the road
Take great care to salute their abode
Lest misfortune come upon them
In the twinkling of an eye;
Lest an unexpected mishap
Make them rue their passing by.
There are some who laugh and say
That all “Themselves” have gone away;
There are others who are doubtful,
Some who scoff and wink the eye.
But they don’t escape the danger,
Though they cannot tell you why.
Royalty itself must pause
And observe the binding laws.
Though ‘tis said when last they passed there
Almost were their words too late.
Truly, the harsh retribution
Is too stark to contemplate !
Weekly Times 21.6.63