Once I knew you,
Red hair blowing free,
Catholic and wild:
A young banshee;
A Jacobite, like me.

The moral guardians condemned us:
They said we were transgressors,
The breakers of the law.
So then we asked each other
What is life for?

It’s the wildness that’s within us!
Our spirits roaming free!
The accomplishment of nothing
That is you and me.