The man from Innisfree

There was a man from Innisfree,
Who thought for him all was free,
He stole from those close to him,
Which all construed to be a mortal sin,
He stole from all and sundry,
From the stores, stalls and laundry,
Until they all had had enough,
They went in numbers to collect their stuff,
They tied him to his horse,
And drove him out by force,
Where he went no one knows,
Where he is no one follows,
For when you no longer need to hide your wares,
The truth is, who cares.