A piper wandered to our door,
Gray-headed, blind, and yellow.
And O how glad was my young heart,
Though earth and sky looked dreary,
To see the stranger and his dog,
Poor Pinch and Caoch O'Leary!
And when he stowed away his bag
Crossbarred with green and yellow,
I thought and said, "In Ireland's ground,
There's not so fine a fellow."