Midnight! and I
Can get no sleep, nor can the sky.
KATTY GOLLAGHER
The hill is bare: I only find
The grass, the sky, and one small tree
Tossing wildly on the wind;
And that is all there is to see:
A tree, a hill, a wind, a sky
Where nothing ever passes by.
CORK HILL
Come all ye happy children, and
Gather round me hand in hand,
Dancing to the merry cry,
"See the Robbers Passing By."
Past the Castle we will dance
To the Mansion House, and prance
Back by George's Street and cry,
"See the Robbers Passing By."
Gather then ye children all
Into ranks processional,
Marching to the merry cry,
"See the Robbers Passing By."