There seems little to be said;
Let each break the other's head:
I'll mix no more in pathriot affairs.
Ere that paper shall appear,
Many an Oirish head and ear
Must be 'closed for alterations and repairs.'"
_Chorus_.--Ye may talk of J. McCARTHY, &c.
"If to help poor PAT you'd try,
Or would raise the Home Rule cry,
And change the Constitution--just for fun;
There's one thing ye've got to do,--
Just prepare for Phillaloo,
For the PATS will raise it--every mother's son.
It may be very fine,
PAT's no enemy of mine,
But, as I think, ye'll aisily suppose,
Whatever line we take
Peace is mighty hard to make,
When 'United Ireland' punches its own nose!"
_Chorus_.
Ye may talk about McCARTHY,
As a pathriot pure and hearthy,
For to lead the Home-Rule Parthy;
And to keep the Liberals thrue.
But it's anything but aisy
(Ask DICK POWER and Misther DEASY)
To rule the Pats
(Those fighting cats)
Widout a Phillaloo!
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A STUDY FROM THE LIFE.
(_PROPHETICALLY COMMUNICATED BY AN INTERVIEWER OF THE FUTURE.
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