For sixpence I have been to Tir-na-n-oge
(No more I had to pay)
And looked my fill at kings and gods and fools —
May God be with the day.

For sixpence I have seen the heart of mirth
And sorrow's stricken face;
Have laughed aloud and dried my covert tears
Before I left my place.

For sixpence I have left the world outside
Rainswept and chill and mean,
And been a guest in Emain Macha's halls,
Companion to a queen.

And all for sixpence I have heard fine talk
From playboys, rogues and tramps,
And so forgot the east wind in the streets,
The fog, the dim-eyed lamps.

Sixpence the passport to this splendid world
Enchanted, sad or gay.
And you the playboy of them all I saw
For sixpence — William Fay.