Politics & government

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                                 THE

               KERRY EAGLE.

You Son's of Hibernia, now listen a while to my song,
And when that you hear it you won't say that it's wrong ;
It is of a bold Eagle, his age it was three-score,—
He was the pride of the tribe, and flower of Erin's green short.

From the green fields of Kerry so merry my Eagle took wing,
With great talents so rare and clear he began for to sing ;
The People admired and delighted in his charming air,
So soon they elected him a member for the county Clare.

It was straight off to London my Eagle took flight o'er the main,
His voice reached America, all over France and through Spain,
But the black-feathered tribe they thought for to bribe his note,
But he would not sing to the tune of that infernal oath.

In the      lisment house my Eagle at first took his seat,
At the           flowing tide quite wide he opened the gate ;
That                ept closed against those that professed Popery,
But me         gie, brave Dan, led the victory to sweet liberty.

Back to Granu's Isle, he set sail like a cloud thro' the smoajk,
And told her that one of her lang-galling fetters were broke ;
Then for glorious Emancipation they all stood up to a man,
And my Eagle in triumph united the whole Irish Land.

The boys of Roscommon, Tipperary, Westmeath, and Mayo,
Sweet Wexford, Kildare Clare, and Cork, so manfully rose ;
Down, Limerick, Kilkenny, lykewise the county Louth,
With Meath in a struggle for freedom my Eagle was crowned.

To the City of Dublin, my Eagle he next took a flight,
Through the King's & Queen's countes, in Sligo, he did them delight,
He crossed into Carlow, in Galway he made a great stand ;
And the tradesmen of Ireland all vowsed they would go with that man

My Eagle was often pursued by some, it is true,
With claptraps and plans my Eagle they thought to subdue ;
But their vile plans appeared to be useless and frail,
Until that he was stamped on the hand with the bond of Repeal,

It was at one time a a pet bird called D'Esterre, by name,
He callenged my Eagle to fight on the plains of Kildare ;
But my Eagle that morning for Ireland he showed a true pluck,
Two ounces of lead in the belly of D'Esterre, he stuck.

When the task-masters rise that parties may do as they will,
But the cry of peace without fail is brave old Ireland still ;
And when the. division took place, in sorrow my Eagle was seen,
His heart broke with grief, he embarked from Erin the Green,

He departed his last in a far distant land from his home,
His heart it remains in the holy palace of Rome ;
His soul is in Heaven, to dwell among the angels and saints,
And his body in Glasnevin for ever with us to remain.

Now to conclude, may his soul rest in Heaven, I pray,
For his motto was peace, and his country he ne'er would betray,
The whole world, I'm sure, can't produce such a man ;
Let us all live in peace,—and remember brave Dan.