BARON DE ROBECK, 1862-1868 



sented by the members of the Hunt with two hand- 

 some candelabras, silver, and by the people of Naas, 

 non-members, with a handsome silver kettle. The 

 presentation took place in the town hall." 



I have at various points in my undertaking set 

 out some of the metrical effusions in which Irish- 

 men are notoriously prodigal, and conclude this 

 chapter with one which is certainly not the worst of 

 these efforts. It was given to Baron de Robeck in 

 the year 1850 by his old friend, A. A. Garnett, Esq., 

 Capt. 8th (the King's) Regiment. 



Parson Hog. 



'Tis Parson Hog he does employ 



The burden of my song. Sir, 

 A single life he does enjoy 



With constitution strong. Sir; 

 He'll sit and drink, he'll tip the wink, 



He'll bet you fifty pound. Sir; 

 He'll love his lass and drink his glass 



And tally ho the hounds. Sir. 

 And tally ho the hounds, Sir, etc. 



And every day he can afford 

 To dine on boiled and roast. Sir, 



And then as great as any lord 

 He'll drink his fav'rite toast, Sir, 



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