Sunday, August 21, 2005

Blind Murty and the dog Roisin

BLIND MURTY


Blind Murty the fiddler
Sees only a fog,
So he travels the roads
With a seeing eye dog

She’s a fine looking greyhound,
Name of Roisin,
As sleek as an eel
And proud as a queen.

Roisin and Blind Murty
Are always a pair,
She’s won many a race,
She can outrun any hare.

One time Blind Murty
Was in a bad way,
Sick with a fever,
And sleeping on hay.

Two days without food
And no one to call,
It looked like Blind Murty
Wouldn’t make it at all.

Then his dog up and left him,
A crueler blow
Fate couldn’t devise –
It laid him so low.

Night fell and he called her,
But she didn’t appear,
Something bad had befallen
His Roisin, he feared.

As the morning sun rose
He longed for some meat –
He could have dined on mud soup
And found the taste sweet.

Sitting up in his haystack,
He looked down the road,
And saw something moving,
All weary and bowed.

It was Roisin, paws bleeding,
From many a mile,
Seeking food for her master
And she’d made it worthwhile.

Half the size of herself
Was the hare that she found
And dragged back to her master,
That faithful greyhound.

They feasted that morning
Like kings of old time.
That’s Roisin and Blind Murty,
And the end of my rhyme.

6 Comments:

At 3:54 PM, Blogger Gail Kavanagh said...

Roisin is pronounced Rosheen - it is one of my favourite Irish names.
The model for this picture is actually an old showman friend of my parents' back in the day, and the dog was my father's dog, Moffy, who really could outrun any hare.

 
At 6:15 PM, Blogger Megan Warren said...

Gail, Roisin is one of my favourite names too. I loved reading this. Thank you.

 
At 7:14 PM, Blogger Imogen Crest said...

Great writing and pic...I love authentic stories.

 
At 7:58 PM, Blogger Karen said...

What a great story. The name is lovely, thanks for the pronunciation key, too! I love stories about noble hounds. There's one lying on my couch right now.

 
At 3:45 PM, Blogger le Enchanteur said...

Fabulous story Gail. I do love the Gypsy camp and watching people dance sing and come out of the Gypsy Caravan with a far away look in their eyes.

 
At 8:40 PM, Blogger Lois said...

Hi Gail...I am eagerly awaiting my Brothers return from sunny Queensland next week...then I hope to be able to access the information of my Fathers descendants from Ireland....I do feel I need to know ...as I get older I am drawn to their history and that of my ancestors...I suppose I feel that time is running out...Lois 30-8-05

 

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