CRAZY JANE ON THE MOUNTAIN
 
 I AM tired of cursing the Bishop,
 (Said Crazy Jane)
 Nine books or nine hats
 Would not make him a man.
 I have found something worse
 To meditate on.
 A King had some beautiful cousins.
 But where are they gone?
 Battered to death in a cellar,
 And he stuck to his throne.
 Last night I lay on the mountain.
 (Said Crazy Jane)
 There in a two-horsed carriage
 That on two wheels ran
 Great-bladdered Emer sat.
 Her violent man
 Cuchulain sat at her side;
 Thereupon'
 Propped upon my two knees,
 I kissed a stone
 I lay stretched out in the dirt
 And I cried tears down.