LIFE IN IRELAND 229 



My spirits they were quite in tune, 

 And banish'd every earthly care. 



A form divine appear'd to view, 



Advanc'd and took me by the hand, 

 Says she, I come to drink with you, 



Prosperity to Paddy's Land. 



Upon my knee she sat her down, 



And hail'd me with a buxom smile ; 

 She said, I am of old renown, 



The genius of dear Erin's Isle. 



Let 's join the King, friend Pat, says she, 

 To root out discord, heart and hand ; 



So here 's his health, with three times three, 

 The King that loves poor Paddy's Land. 



Emancipation hovers round, 



Oh, hasten then the glorious day. 

 That breaks through error's gloom profound, 



And makes both men and nature gay. 



The unshackled mind now boldly soars, 

 Free from a mortal's harsh command ; 



And Hope and Love upon our shores, 

 Bear future peace to Paddy's Land. 



Then be thou loyal, just, and brave, 



And always bear an open hand ; 

 To those who cross the Irish wave, 



And taste the Punch of Paddy's Land. 



Soon we will meet our just reward, 



Since George has trod the sainted strand, 



Where millions are prepared to guard 

 His glorious sway o'er Paddy's Land. 



Loyal enough in all conscience, said Brian Boru ; 



