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Chapter: William Butler Yeats poem lyrics. Easy summary meaning. Selected sweat best popular poem for School and college student

THE BALLAD OF MOLL MAGEE

THE BALLAD OF MOLL MAGEE
William Butler Yeats poem lyrics. Easy summary meaning. Selected sweat best popular poem for School and college student

COME round me, little childer;

 

There, don't fling stones at me

 

Because I mutter as I go;

 

But pity Moll Magee.

 

My man was a poor fisher

 

With shore lines in the say;

 

My work was saltin' herrings

 

The whole of the long day.

 

And sometimes from the Saltin' shed

 

I scarce could drag my feet,

 

Under the blessed moonlight,

Along thc pebbly street.

I'd always been but weakly,

 

And my baby was just born;

 

A neighbour minded her by day,

 

I minded her till morn.

 

I lay upon my baby;

 

Ye little childer dear,

 

I looked on my cold baby

 

When the morn grew frosty and clear.

 

A weary woman sleeps so hard!

 

My man grew red and pale,

 

And gave me money, and bade me go

 

To my own place, Kinsale.

 

He drove me out and shut the door.

 

And gave his curse to me;

 

I went away in silence,

 

No neighbour could I see.

 

The windows and the doors were shut,

 

One star shone faint and green,

 

The little straws were turnin round

 

Across the bare boreen.

 

I went away in silence:

 

Beyond old Martin's byre

 

I saw a kindly neighbour

 

Blowin' her mornin' fire.

 

She drew from me my story -

 

My money's all used up,

 

And still, with pityin', scornin' eye,

 

She gives me bite and sup.

 

She says my man will surely come

 

And fetch me home agin;

 

But always, as I'm movin' round,

 

Without doors or within,

Pilin' the wood or pilin' the turf,

 

Or goin' to the well,

 

I'm thinkin' of my baby

 

And keenin' to mysel'.

 

And Sometimes I am sure she knows

 

When, openin' wide His door,

 

God lights the stats, His candles,

 

And looks upon the poor.

 

So now, ye little childer,

 

Ye won't fling stones at me;

 

But gather with your shinin' looks

 

And pity Moll Magee.

 

 

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