Here you will find the Poem The Passing of the Shee of poet J M Synge
[After looking at one of A.E.'s pictures.] Adieu, sweet Angus, Maeve and Fand, Ye plumed yet skinny Shee, That poets played with hand in hand To learn their ecstasy. We'll search in Red Dan Sally's ditch, And drink in Tubber fair, Or poach with Red Dan Philly's bitch The badger and the hare.