The Ballad of Jenny Greenteeth's Lover
by David R. Sullivan
Fool Tom O'Dunne of Kill-Breedya,
he once saw river-hag,
ould Jenny Greenteeth in waters
of gold and duckweed sagged.
She was a thing of mottled flesh,
a Peg O'Nell of spite
who'd drown children to gnaw their bones
in river-barrow night.
But Tom O'Dunne, the fool he was,
he saw a bonnie lass,
a gentle thing of flowered hair
as fine as cow-grazed grass.
So sat he did in peat-sod house
and wept by chimney flue,
and thought her fey as giants, kings,
and evil Iron Shoes.
But ne'er he found those waters where
he'd seen that bean sídhe ould,
that river-hag of mouldered gums,
of weed and kingly gold.
So on he strode to crossroads where
the robber corpses hang,
where hawthorn creaks and pipes are played
by weeny fairy gangs.
There Tom O'Dunne met Gruagach,
ould goblin in the air,
a frog-toed sídhe as eerie as
the Pooka of Kildare.
"Ould Tom O'Dunne, me bonnie lad,
what brings ye here this night?"
said Gruagach of frog-webbed toes
o'er misty thickets bright.
"Fair Jenny Greenteeth, Gruagach,"
said Tom O'Dunne in tears,
"for finer lass of flowered hair
I hav'na seen in years."
Then Gruagach, he swooped and laughed,
and pointed finger crooked;
"Ould Wicked Jenny's yonder there,"
said goblin with a look.
So on he ran, fool Tom O'Dunne,
to mountain river gorge,
and whispered into waters dark
where Jenny Greenteeth snored.
And up she came from gold heaps bright,
a Peg O'Nell indeed,
a green-skinned water-demon with
her hair of straggled weed.
"Och! Jenny Greenteeth, come, my love,"
said Tom, and groped flesh sagged,
"I'll be your groom in waters deep,"
and grinned then river-hag.
And Tom O'Dunne, he gaped and saw,
and no more fool was he,
but Wicked Jenny pulled him down
where dwell the Daoine Sídhe.