The Ballad of Minepit Shaw

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The Ballad of Minepit Shaw
by Rudyard Kipling
From Rewards and Fairies (1910).


About the time that taverns shut
    And men can buy no beer,
Two lads went up to the keepers' hut
    To steal Lord Pelham's deer.

Night and the liquor was in their heads—
    They laughed and talked no bounds,
Till they waked the keepers on their beds
    And the keepers loosed the hounds.

They had killed a hart, they had killed a hind,
    Ready to carry away,
When they heard a whimper down the wind
    And they heard a bloodhound bay.

They took and ran across the fern,
    Their crossbows in their hand,
Till they met a man with a green lantern
    That called and bade 'em stand.

"What are ye doing, O Flesh and Blood,
    And what's your foolish will,
That you must break into Minepit Wood
    And wake the Folk of the Hill?"

"Oh, we've broke into Lord Pelham's park,
    And killed Lord Pelham's deer,
And if ever you heard a little dog bark
    You'll know why we come here.

"We ask you let us go our way,
    As fast as we can flee,
For if ever you heard a bloodhound bay
    You'll know how pressed we be."

"Oh, lay your crossbows on the bank
    And drop the knives from your hand,
And though the hounds be at your flank
    I'll save you where you stand!"

They laid their crossbows on the bank,
    They threw their knives in the wood,
And the ground before them opened and sank
    And saved 'em where they stood.

"Oh, what's the roaring in our ears
    That strikes us well-nigh dumb?"
"Oh, that is just how things appears
    According as they come."

"What are the stars before our eyes
    That strike us well-nigh blind?"
"Oh, that is just how things arise
    According as you find."

"And why's our bed so hard to the bones
    Excepting where it's cold?"
"Oh, that's because it is precious stones
    Excepting where 'tis gold.

"Think it over as you stand,
    For I tell you without fail,
If you haven't got into Fairyland
    You're not in Lewes Gaol."

All night long they thought of it,
    And, come the dawn, they saw
They'd tumbled into a great old pit,
    At the bottom of Minepit Shaw.

And the keeper's hound had followed 'em close,
    And broke her neck in the fall;
So they picked up their knives and their crossbows
    And buried the dog. That's all.

But whether the man was a poacher too
    Or a Pharisee' so bold—
I reckon there's more things told than are true.
    And more things true than are told!


This work is in the public domain in the United States because it was published before January 1, 1923.

The author died in 1936, so this work is also in the public domain in countries and areas where the copyright term is the author's life plus 75 years or less. This work may also be in the public domain in countries and areas with longer native copyright terms that apply the rule of the shorter term to foreign works.