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Rh That drew them like a hornet's nest—we met them good an' large,

The English at the double an' the Irish at the charge.

Then it was: Belts—

There was a row in Silver Street—an' I was in it too;

We passed the time o' day, an' then the belts went whirraru!

I misremember what occurred, but subsequint the storm

A Freeman's Journal Supplemint was all my uniform.

O it was: Belts—

There was a row in Silver Street—they sent the Polis there,

The English were too drunk to know, the Irish didn't care;

But when they grew impertinint we simultaneous rose,

Till half o' them was Liffey mud an' half was tatthered clo'es.

For it was: Belts—