THE EAGLE AND THE OAK
Irish
When you were an acorn on the tree top,
Then was I an eagle cock;
Now that you are a withered old block,
Still I am an eagle cock.
FLAX
There’s a garden that I ken,
Full of little gentlemen,
Little caps of blue they wear,
And green ribbons very fair.
Nettle out, dock in,
Dock remove the nettle sting.
In dock, out nettle,
Don’t let the blood settle.