The guinea fowl shout, “Go back! Go back!
You had better go back than stray
Where the faeries dance round the apple-trees
And the meadow grass is gray
With dew
And you
Might just be caught and put in the pack
Of the Tinker man, for he's near the stack,
Hiding where the shadow is black.
So you'd better go back! Go back! Go back!”

The speckledy hump-backed guinea fowl say,
“Go back, little boy, go back!
If you go to the fairy rath to play
When the moon shines overhead,
You'll vanish from sight and leave no track,
And your mother may weep, Alas! Alack!
Because you wouldn't go back, go back,
As the wise old guinea fowl said.”
That's why they shout at the close of day,
“Go back! Go back! Go back!”