Tiger! Tiger! burning bright,
In the forests of the night,
What immortal hand or eye
Dare frame thy fearful symmetry?

William Blake

THE TERRIBLE ROBBER MEN

O! I wish the sun was bright in the sky,
And the fox was back in his den, O!
For always I’m hearing the passing by
Of the terrible robber men, O!
The terrible robber men.

O! what does the fox carry over the rye
When it’s bright in the morn again, O!
And what is it making the lonesome cry
With the terrible robber men, O!
The terrible robber men.

O! I wish the sun was bright in the sky,
And the fox was back in his den, O!
For always I’m hearing the passing by
Of the terrible robber men, O!
The terrible robber men.

Padraic Colum