The babes were asleep in their cradles,
And the day’s drudge was done,
And the women brought their suppers out
To eat them in the sun.
“To-night I will set my needles, Aine,
And Eoghan will have stockings to wear:
I spun the wool of the horny ewe
He bought at the hiring fair. . . .
“But what is that sound I hear, Nabla?—
It is like the cheering of men.