The Passing Of The Shee

After looking at one of A. E.’s pictures

Adieu, sweet Angus, Maeve, and Fand, Ye plumed yet skinny Shee, That poets played with hand in hand To learn their ecstasy.

We’ll stretch in Red Dan Sally’s ditch, And drink in Tubber fair, Or poach with Red Dan Philly’s bitch The badger and the hare.