ME PEACOCK
 
 WHAT'S riches to him
 That has made a great peacock
 With the pride of his eye?
 The wind-beaten, stone-grey,
 And desolate Three Rock
 Would nourish his whim.
 Live he or die
 Amid wet rocks and heather,
 His ghost will be gay
 Adding feather to feather
 For the pride of his eye.