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!0 SPIRIT OF THE NATION^
Vowed that no other faith in the end could avail ;
Is't The Jugghernaut Champion ? says GRAINNE MA OL !
X.
John Bull had a sister fair to be seen,
With a roseate blush, and a mantle of green,
And a soft swelling bosom ! — On hill or in dale
Oh, where could you fellow sweet GRAINNE MAOL I
XI.
And John loved his sister without e'er a flam,
As the fox loves a pullet, the vulture a lamb ;
So he paid her a visit — but mark the sad tale.
My Title Deed 's vanished I says GRAINNE MAOL!
XII.
Then he ruined her commerce, and ravaged her plains ;
Eazed her altars, sowed strife, kept her children in chains,
While pitch-caps, triangles, and gibbets, wholesale,
Eecorded John's love to poor GRAINNE MAOL !
XIII,
But one of her children, more hould than the rest.
Took it into his noddle to make a request !
Our rights. Uncle John ! Else — our flag on the gale !
" He soon got an instalment," says GRAINNE MAOL !
XIV.
And, now he is at the Ould Growler, again.
With his logic, and law, and — three millions of men !
And nothing will plaise him, just now, but Eepale ;
" Mo seact n-anam astig iu,"* says GRAINNE MAOL !
XV.
But, should John turn gruff, and decline the demand ;
What means of success may be at our command ?
Quite true, he is humbled, and now getting frail.
My " Nation" Avill tell you, says GRAINNE MAOL !
* " Seven times as dear as the soul within me !"