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 My soul! I'd sooner lie in jail for murder plain and straight, Pure crime I'd done with my own hand for money, lust, or hate Than take a seat in Parliament by fellow-felons cheered, While one of those "not provens" proved me cleared as you are cleared.

Cleared you that "lost" the League accounts go, guard our honour still, Go, help to make our country's laws that broke God's law at will One hand stuck out behind the back, to signal "strike again"; The other on your dress-shirt-front to show your heart is clane.

If black is black or white is white, in black and white it's down, You're only traitors to the Queen and rebels to the Crown. If print is print or words are words, the learned Court perpends: We are not ruled by murderers, but only by their friends.

(It is not for them to criticize too minutely the methods the Irish followed, though they might deplore some of their results. During the past few years Ireland had been going through what was tantamount to a revolution.— )

ED EARL, and will ye take for guide The silly camel-birds, That ye bury your head in an Irish thorn, On a desert of drifting words?