Wind upon the heath

Howling was and piping, On the heath and bog,

Black with many a snipe in. Mid the bogs of black,

Silver pools were flashing, Crows upon their sides

Pecking were and splashing. Cockney on the car

Closer folds his plaidy, Grumbling at the road

Leads to Limavaddy.

Through the crashing woods

Autumn brawl'd and bluster'd,

Tossing round about

Leaves the hue of mustard;

Yonder lay Lough Foyle,

Which a storm was whipping,

Covering with mist

Lake, and shores, and shipping. Up and down the hill

(Nothing could be bolder),

Horse went with a raw

Bleeding on his shoulder.

"Where are horses changed?"

Said I to the laddy

Driving on the box:

"Sir, at Limavaddy."

Limavaddy inn's

But a humble bait-house,

Where you may procure
Whisky and potatoes;
Landlord at the door

Gives a smiling welcome
To the shivering wights
Who to his hotel come.

Landlady within

Sits and knits a stocking,
With a wary foot
Baby's cradle rocking.

To the chimney nook

Having found admittance, There I watch a pup

Playing with two kittens; (Playing round the fire, Which of blazing turf is, Roaring to the pot

Which bubbles with the murphies.)

And the cradled babe

Fond the mother nursed it,

Singing it a song

As she twists the worsted!

Up and down the stair

Two more young ones patter

(Twins were never seen

Dirtier or fatter). Both have mottled legs,

Both have snubby noses, Both haveHere the host Kindly interposes:

"Sure you must be froze

With the sleet and hail, sir:
So will you have some punch,
Or will you have some ale, sir?

Presently a maid

Enters with the liquor (Half-a-pint of ale

Frothing in a beaker).

Gads! I didn't know

What my beating heart meant :

Hebe's self, I thought,

Entered the apartment.

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