Beannachtaí Lá Fhéile Pádraig Daoibh! "high and low" by James Cousins 1873-1956
He stumbled home from Clifden Fair
With drunken song and cheeks aglow.
Yet there was something in his air
That told of Kingship long ago.
I sighed - and innly cried with grief
That one so high should fall so low.
But he plucked a flower and sniffed its scent
And waived it towards the sunset sky
Some old sweet rapture through him went
And kindled in his blood shot eye.
I turned - and innly burned with joy
That one so low should rise so high.