i8o LIFE IN IRELAND 



The shades of Clontarf will remember his name, 

 There fought and died Brian Boru, 



And his namesake had very near done just the same, 

 But the devil did not get his due. 



Long life to the game cock who gallantly died ; 



Long life unto Brian Boru, 

 While PISTOLLING is every Irishman's pride ^ 



The DEVIL is sure of his due. 



The applause following this was very long and very 

 loudj for Grammachree had that sort of humour in 

 him, nothing could bring out but an inspiring glass, 

 and after half a dozen or two mugglers, he was the best 

 bottle companion in the world. 



Sir Shawn never was an enemy to harmony, but all 

 harmony that had its foundation upon the calamities 

 incident to human nature he despised, and thus he 

 did not so very warmly applaud the song of friend 

 Grammachree \ but Gram was odd in his whims, and 

 like a restive animal only moved as he pleased, and 

 when he pleased. 



For instance, he one day was invited to dinner at 

 Lady Placepedlers^ and from three to two was he kept 

 hungry in waiting, her Ladyship endeavouring to amuse 

 the company with trifles. ' Captain Grammachree, 

 when you have din'd I '11 positively make you give us 

 a song.' 'After I've din'd,' said the Captain drily, 

 ' after I 've din'd, by Jasus your Ladyship had better 

 have the song now, whilst I have such a devilish fine 

 echo in my stomach.' 



The next call was promptly attended to by one who 

 never made excuses or apologies. 



