You must do nothing false Or cruel-lipped or low; For I am Conn the Fool, And Conn the Fool will know. I went by the door When Patrick Joyce looked out. He did not wish for me Or anyone about. He thought I did not see The fat bag in his hand. But Conn heard clinking gold, And Conn could understand. I went by the door When Michael Kane lay dead. I saw his Mary tie A red shawl round her head. I saw a dark man lean Across her garden-wall. They did not know that Conn Walked by at late dusk-fall. You must not scold or lie, Or hate or steal or k**, For I shall tell the wind That leaps along the hill; And he will tell the stars That sing and never lie; And they will shout your sin In God's face, bye and bye. And God will not forget, For all He loves you so. - He made me Conn the Fool, And bade me always know!