A Curse on the Pooka
The Pooka is a creature of Irish mythology. It can appear in several forms such as a horse, human, or eagle. For more information, you can go here: www.irelandseye.com/paddy3/preview2.htm
An' my cows yield no milk,
A curse on the Pooka
An all o' his ilk!
In darkness o' night
I heard him rushin' past,
Now my livestock won't eat;
They're goin' down fast.
I left him a gift
At the top o' the hill,
So he'd not fright my stock
Nor do me an ill.
I prayed to the saints
To protect me from harm,
But my poor beasts are in
A state o' alarm.
There's naught I can do
Wi' a creature so rude,
Who will frighten my kine,
An' poor chicken brood.
My hens lay no eggs
An' my cows yield no milk,
A curse on the Pooka
An' all o' his ilk!
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