This is the Lord, of name accurst!—
The leader and chief—and by much the worst
Of that vile crew, who basely bent,
And sold to England, &c.
These are the bribes—in money and place,
And titles—the badges of shame and disgrace!—
That were given by that Lord of name accurst—
The leader and chief—and by much the worst
Of that vile crew, &c.
These are the tortures and murders fell,
That maddened the people and made them rebel,
And (along with the bribes in money and place,
And titles—the badges of shame and disgrace)
Played the game of that Lord, of name accurst—
The leader and chief—and, &c.
This is The Union—that Union of Woe!
Which Ireland was forced to undergo,
When her hopes were lost, and her spirit was low!
From the dire confusion, and slaughter fell
That ensued from the terrible struggle to quell
Her people, whom tortures forced to rebel,
When those tortures—with bribes in money and place,
And titles—the badges of shame and disgrace,
Played the game of that Lord, of name accurst, &c. &c.
These are the years—twice twenty and two!
That Ireland has had to endure and to rue
That Union of Name—that Union of Woe,
Which she had been forced to undergo,
When, &c.
These are the men who spoke out at last,
And said that the time for despair was past,
And that Ireland's rights were well worth one cast!
After all the years—twice twenty and two—
That, &c.
