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 By friendship 'twas planted, it flourish'd and grew,

And the fame of the sapling is known the world thro'.

Then let us, &c.

The Shilelah's an Irishman's joy and delight,

His companion by day, his protection by night;

And though rough in appearance, you all must allow

Tis mighty engaging when seen in a row.

Then let us, &c.

That thief of the world, Bonaparte, declares

He'd fain be at the head, ‘Sir, of Irish affairs;

But 'bout righting our wrongs, should a foreigner prate,

We'll let our Shilelah's come pap on his pate.

Then let us, &c.

The French gasconaders have oft made a boast,

They would England invade by the tight Irish coast,

Should they dare from your shamrock to rifle one sprig,

Then shew the blackguards you can handle the twig

Then let us, &c.

Let a bumper, ye Sons of Hibernia, go round,

And the toast I propose; in your hearts will be found—