W. B. Yeats - Three Songs to the One Burden (I) 汉译

The Roaring Tinker if you like,

But Mannion is my name,

And I beat up the common sort

And think it is no shame.

The common breeds the common,

A lout begets a lout,

So when I take on half a score

I knock their heads about.

From mountain to mountain ride the fierce horsemen.

All Mannions come from Manannan,

Though rich on every shore

He never lay behind four walls

He had such character,

Nor ever made an iron red

Nor soldered pot or pan;

His roaring and his ranting

Best please a wandering man.

From mountain to mountain ride the fierce horsemen.

Could Crazy Jane put off old age

And ranting time renew,

Could that old god rise up again

We’d drink a can or two,

And out and lay our leadership

On country and on town,

Throw likely couples into bed

And knock the others down.

From mountain to mountain ride the fierce horsemen.