"The wee red-headed man is a knowing sort of fellow, His coat is cat's-eye green and his pantaloons are yellow, His brogues be made of glass and his hose be red as cherry, He's the lad for devilment if you only make him merry, He drives a flock of goats, has another flock behind him. The little children fear him but the old folk never mind him. To the frogs' house and the goats' house and the hilly land and hollow, He will carry naughty children where the parents dare not follow. Oh! little ones, beware. If the red-haired man should catch you, You'll have only goats to play with and croaking frogs to watch you, A bed between two rocks and not a fire to warm you!-- Then, little ones, be good …
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