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The King of Ireland's Son

by Padraic Colum

Pages
about 240
Category
Literature & Fiction
Language
English
Reading time
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Connal was the name of the King who ruled over Ireland at that time. He had three sons, and, as the fir-trees grow, some crooked and some straight, one of them grew up so wild that in the end the King and the King’s Councillor had to let him have his own way in everything. This youth was the King’s eldest son and his mother had died before she could be a guide to him.

Now after the King and the King’s Councillor left him to his own way the youth I’m telling you about did nothing but ride and hunt all day. Well, one morning he rode abroad--

His hound at his heel, His hawk on his wrist; A brave steed to carry him whither he list, And the blue sky over him,

and he rode on until he came to a turn in the road. There he saw a gray old man seated on a heap of stones playing a game of cards with himself. First he had one hand winning and then he had the other. Now he would say “That’s my good right,” and then he would say “Play and beat that, my gallant left.” The King of Ireland’s Son sat on his horse to watch the strange old man, and as he watched him he sang a song to himself

I put the fastenings on my boat For a year and for a day, And I went where the rowans grow, And where the moorhens lay;

And I went over the stepping-stones And dipped my feet in the ford, And came at last to the Swineherd’s house,-- The Youth without a Sword.

A swallow sang upon his porch “Glu-ee, glu-ee, glu-ee,” “The wonder of all wandering, The wonder of the sea;” A swallow soon to leave ground sang “Glu-ee, glu-ee, glu-ee.”

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