Red Hanrahan by W.B. Yeats

Hanrahan, the hedge schoolmaster, a tall, strong, red-haired young man, / came into the barn where some of the men of the village were sitting on / Samhain Eve. It had been a dwelling-house, and when the man that owned / it had built a better one, he had put the two rooms together, and kept / it for a place to store one thing or another. There was a fire on the / old hearth, and there were dip candles stuck in bottles, and there was a / black quart bottle upon some boards that had been put across two barrels / to make a table. Most of the men were sitting beside the fire, and one / of them was singing a long wandering song, about a Munster man and a / Connaught man that were quarrelling about their two provinces.

Hanrahan went to the man of the house and said, 'I got your message'; / but when he had said that, he stopped, for an old mountainy man that / had a shirt and trousers of unbleached flannel, and that was sitting / by himself near the door, was looking at him, and moving an old pack of / cards about in his hands and muttering. 'Don't mind him,' said the man / of the house; 'he is only some stranger came in awhile ago, and we bade / him welcome, it being Samhain night, but I think he is not in his right / wits. Listen to him now and you will hear what he is saying.'