Classic Poem

Induction

I have a trick or two of tongue
May please, for I have been acquainted
With that most famous juggler, Mannanaun,
Who runs from lordly fire to fire, when he
Has wearied of the cold warrens of the wave,
To mend the table for a farthing's worth
Of praise from men by pulling a girl, a hound
Or music from his pocket: he's the patron saint
Of merry rogues and fiddlers, trick o' the loop men,
Thimblemen and balladmen that gild
The fair and his devotions are the crowd
For he looks on until the sun is red,
The tide turned, and the drink and the horses are gone.