Classic Poem

What was it made me drop the spade and lift me head to look again?
Was it blowing of the West wind or a bird-song true?
(Oh Red-breast, how you sang it till the bough beneath you shook again.)
" Ah, Spring's come back to Kerry, lad, and all the world's made new. "

Then it's " Hi Terry, Ho Terry, here's the open road for you.
Leave the old men have the roof and hug the chimney seat. "
Then it's " Hi Terry, Ho Terry, here's a tinker's load for you —
A ragged coat, a merry heart, and dancing in your feet. "

Sure, all the little willow trees have on their veils o' green again,
All the little, clacking brooks are urging as they run.
They're calling me, they're coaxing me, " O, follow now we're seen again,
And Spring's come back to Kerry with the West wind and the Sun. "

Then it's, " Hi Terry, Ho Terry, here's a tinker's meal for you —
The sound of singing fiddles at the cross roads the day,
The lightest feet the parish round tripping through the reel for you;
Ah, clap a primrose in your cap and throw the spade away. "