Irish poets, learn your trade, sing whatever is well made, scorn the sort now growing up all out of shape from toe to top
I think it better that in times like these a poets mouth be silent, for in truth we have no gift to set a statesman right
Irish poets, learn your trade, sing whatever is well made, scorn the sort now growing up all out of shape from toe to top
I think it better that in times like these a poets mouth be silent, for in truth we have no gift to set a statesman right