. Ballads. ut Began to yell and shout,And frighten the propriety of Shannon shore. 306 THE BATTLE OF LIMEUICK. As Smith OBrine harangued,They batthcrcd and they banged; Tim Doolans doors and windies down they tore;They smashed the lovely windies,(Hung with muslin from the Indies), Purshuing of their shindies upon Shannon shore. With throwing of brickbats, Drowned puppies and dead rats,These ruiRn democrats themselves did lower; Tin kettles, rotten eggs. Cabbage-stalks and wooden flung among the patriots of Shannon shore. O, the giils began to scrame. And upset the milk and crame ;And
. Ballads. ut Began to yell and shout,And frighten the propriety of Shannon shore. 306 THE BATTLE OF LIMEUICK. As Smith OBrine harangued,They batthcrcd and they banged; Tim Doolans doors and windies down they tore;They smashed the lovely windies,(Hung with muslin from the Indies), Purshuing of their shindies upon Shannon shore. With throwing of brickbats, Drowned puppies and dead rats,These ruiRn democrats themselves did lower; Tin kettles, rotten eggs. Cabbage-stalks and wooden flung among the patriots of Shannon shore. O, the giils began to scrame. And upset the milk and crame ;And the honourable gintlemin they cursed and swore: And Mitchil of Belfast, Twas he that looked they roasted him in effigy by Shannon shore. O the lovely tay was spilt On that day of Irelands gxiilt;Says Jack Mitchil, I am kilt! Boys, wheres the back door ? Tis a national disgrace ; Let me go and veil me face ; And he boulted with quick pace from the Shannon shore. I %^pm^^^ ^. 1 m <^?^Mj^-M •. 308 Tin; BATTLE OF LIMEEICK. Cut. down the bloody horde ! Says Meagher of the sword, This conduct would disgrace any blackamoor; But millions were arrayed. So he shaythed his battle blade,Rethrayting undismayed from the Shannon shore. Immortal Smith 0Brine Was raging like a line ;Twould have done your sowl good to have heard him roar ; In his glory he arose, And he rushed upon his they hit him on the nose by the Shannon shore. Then the Futt and the Dthragoons In squadthrons and platoons,With their music playing chunes, down upon us bore ; And they bate the rattatoo, And the Peelers came in ended the shaloo on the Shannon shore. THE LAST IRISH GRIEVANCE. 309
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