To keep his fellows from theirsleep;
They mauled and bit till the day shone;
And they were whirling in a heap.
Who is first asleep, if but he can
One to another sighed and cried:
Among the other gentlemen,
A pretty girl to share my bed;
And thereon, merry as a bird
For he shall have a thousand pounds
"Times up, he cried, and all the three
They were commingling lice and blood
Now they are silent, said the crane.
The Three Beggars
They sat upon their heels to rail,,
The third: "Ill hurry to the course
One of you three is a rich man,
All shouted till their anger grew
Or get the most who most desire?
"You that have wandered far and wide
Ive stood as I were made of stone
The frenzy of the beggars moon
`Though to my feathers in the wet
The palace-yard and river-side
"And if I win, one beggar said,
And when old Guaire came and stood
And maybe I shall take a trout
`Maybe I shall be lucky yet,
"Though to my feathers in the wet,
"For all my painson lebeen-lone?
But Guaire laughed with secret thought,
With his old thoughts, King Guaire went
Though I am old I shall persuade
Can ravel out whats in my head.
Muttered the old crane of Gort.
"If that be true as it seems true,
A farmer has more dignity.
From river-side and palace-yard
That idleness had borne to pride,
And left them to their argument.
"Times up, he eried, and all the three
They mauled and bit through all that day
None closed his blood-shot eyes but sought
And lay it all upon a horse;
Or if they made a moments stay
With blood-shot eyes upon him stared.
The second: "I shall learn a trade;
Fell down upon the dust and snored.
Sleep before the third noon sounds."
but I do not seem to care.
And seen the rubbish run about,
And when the sccond twilight brought
They mauled and bit the whole night through;
And what could make their muscles taut
King Guaire walked amid his court
The second: "I have thought again:
A beggar said, "They get the most
Unless desire had made them so?
The exorbitant dreams of beggary.
Am I to live on lebeen-lone?
Before the three to end this tale,
I have stood here from break of day.
And there to three old beggars said,
For only rubbish comes my way.
Its certain there are trout somewhere
Sang through their teeth from noon to noon;
Do men who least desire get most,
And till another night had gone,
Whom man or devil cannot tire,
I have not found a thing to eat,
