And oh, the smile of the Slave as he shakes his fetters!
And oh, the Purple Pig as it roams afar!
And oh, the—something or other in capital letters—
As it yields to the magic spell of a wind-swept star!
And look at the tricksy Elves, how they leap and frolic,
Ducking the Bad Banshee in the moonlit pool,
Celtic, yet fully content to be "symbolic,"
Never a thought in their heads about Home Rule!
But the wind-swept star—you notice it has to figure,
Taking an average merely, in each alternate verse