Vowed that no other faith in the end could avail;
Is't The Juggernaut Champion? says GRAINNE ṀAOL!
X.
John Bull had a sister fair to be seen,
With a roseate blush, and a mantle of green,
And a soft swelling bosom!—On hill or in dale
Oh, where could you fellow sweet GRAINNE ṀAOL!
XI.
And John lov'd his sister without e'er a flam,
As the fox loves a pullet, the vulture a lamb;
So he paid her a visit—but mark the sad tale,
My Title Deed's vanished! says GRAINNE ṀAOL!
XII.
Then he ruined her commerce, and ravaged her plains;
Razed her altars, sowed strife, kept her children in chains,
While pitch-caps, triangles, and gibbets, wholesale,
Recorded John's love to poor GRAINNE ṀAOL!
XIII.
But one of her children, more bould than the rest,
Took it into his noddle to make a request!
Our rights, Uncle John! Else—our flag on the gale!
"He soon got an instalment," says GRAINNE ṀAOL!
XIV.
And, now he is at the Ould Growler again,
With his logic, and law, and—three millions of men!
And nothing will plaise him, just now, but Repale;
"Mo seact n-anam astig tú,"[1] says GRAINNE ṀAOL!
XV.
But, should John turn gruff, and decline the demand;
What means of success may be at our command?
Quite true, he is humbled, and now getting frail,
My "Nation" will tell you, says GRAINNE ṀAOL!
- ↑ "Seven times as dear as the soul within me!"
