The Colonel went out sailing, He spoke with Turk and Jew, With Christian and with Infidel, For all tongues he knew. "O what's a wifeless man?" said he, And he came sailing home. He rose the latch and went upstairs And found an empty room. The Colonel went out sailing. "I kept her much in the country And she was much alone, And though she may be there," he said, "She may be in the town. She may be all alone there, For who can say?" he said. "I think that I shall find her In a young man's bed." The Colonel went out sailing. The Colonel met a pedlar, Agreed their clothes to swop, And bought the grandest jewelry In a Galway shop, Instead of thread and needle put jewelry in the pack, Bound a thong about his hand, Hitched it on his back. The Colonel went out sailing. The Colonel knocked on the rich man's door, "I am sorry," said the maid, "My mistress cannot see these things, But she is still abed, And never have I looked upon Jewelry so grand." "Take all to your mistress," And he laid them on her hand. The Colonel went out sailing. And he went in and she went on And both climbed up the stair, And O he was a clever man, For he his slippers wore. And when they came to the top stair He ran on ahead, His wife he found and the rich man In the comfort of a bed. The Colonel went out sailing. The Judge at the Assize Court, When he heard that story told, Awarded him for damages Three kegs of gold. The Colonel said to Tom his man, "Harness an ass and cart, Carry the gold about the town, Throw it in every part." The Colonel went out sailing. And there at all street-corners A man with a pistol stood, And the rich man had paid them well To shoot the Colonel dead; But they threw down their pistols And all men heard them swear That they could never shoot a man Did all that for the poor. The Colonel went out sailing. "And did you keep no gold, Tom? You had three kegs," said he. "I never thought of that, Sir." "Then want before you die." And want he did; for my own grand-dad Saw the story's end, And Tom make out a living From the seaweed on the strand. The Colonel went out sailing.
- by William Butler Yeats (1865 - 1939), "Colonel Martin" [author's text checked 1 time against a primary source]
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- by Art O'Murnaghan , "Colonel Martin" [unaccompanied voice], note: score accompanied the first publication of the text [text verified 1 time]
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