
busy about his studies;
the sweetest lot in Ireland
as all of you know well
No king or prince to rule him
nor lord however mighty;
no rent to the chapter house
no drudging, no dawn-rising
Dawn-rising or shepherding
never required of him;
no need to take his turn
as watchman in the night
He spends a while at chess
and a while with the pleasant harp;
and a further while wooing
and winning lovely women
His horse-team hale and hearty
at the first coming of Spring;
the harrow for his team
is a fistful of pens.
Seán Ó Tuama and Thomas Kinsella, eds. Duanaire, 1600-1900: Poems of the Dispossessed (Dublin: Foras na Gaelige, 1981), 16-17.