Here is some of the poem RODNEY'S GLORY:

Patrick Walsh, MA Diss., UUC 1993, p.72]; cites Rodney's Glory, 'Now may prosperity attend/Brave Rodbey and his Irishmen/And may he never want a friend/While he shall reign commander;/Success to our Irish officers,/Seamen bold and jolly tars/Who like darling sons of Mars/Take delight in the fight/And vindicate bold Erin's right/And die for Erin's glory.' The poet was brought to him and Rodney offered him promotion. However the Irishman requested only to be set free from service. An Irish officer, a Kerryman named McCarthy, answered for the admiral – "Anything but that". Disgusted, the poet turned away and muttered under his breath, "Imireaochaimid beart eigin eile oraibh." McCarthy replied, "I'll take care, Sullivan, you will not." [&c.] (Daniel Corkery, in The Hidden Ireland, 1957 edn., pp.199.)

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