My father has an arrow-head—
He begged it off poor Peig na Blath;
And Mor, the talking-woman, said
She found it in a fairy rath.
Peig na Blath, Peig na Blath,
Where did you get it?
Faith now, says she,
In my wincey jacket!
My brother has a copper pot—
He tryst’ it wi’ a shuiler-man;