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Thread #160296 Message #3801436
Posted By: keberoxu
21-Jul-16 - 02:38 PM
Thread Name: Dear Creatures, We Can't Do Without 'em
Subject: RE: Dear Creatures, We Can't Do Without 'em
another parody:
Oh there's nought in the wide world but grief and vexation,
Each Fair Sunny Vision deluding our sight;
From the days when Tom Paine would enlighten our nation,
To Buonaparte's tumble at Waterloo fight.
But the Visions are gone, though the boys in their morning
Through Erin's green valleys still scatter a light,
When shooting the Proctors, or carding, or burning,
or threshing the Sassonagh Dhu in the night.
CHORUS
Sweet sons of Erin, they can't do without us,
We teach them the rights and importance of man;
They kindle confusion around and about us,
We'll bawl for them, brawl for them, all that we can.
Come let us drink, boys, though sad, sick and weary,
Before we determine what next we'll be at;
Toast the Dingers and Dowzers of sweet Tipperary,
The Shanavest hardy, the true Caravat.
A bumper to Norwich, both writing and voting,
A glass for Gandolphy so faithful and true,
A fig for His Holiness dreaming or doting,
Confusion to Grattan and Donoughmore too.
CHORUS
Here's to Dan Dowzer, though far from old Desmond,
No bullet can graze him before or behind;
Like Murphy protected, exalted like Esmond,
For Erin, lost Erin, he'll swing in the wind.
But who that loves Relics, Bells, Bulls, Beads, or Masses,
Or thinks Quarantotti a rogue or a fool,
Will refuse to drink bumpers, in three times three glasses,
Fill'd up to the health of brave Doctor Dromgoole.
CHORUS
page 134,
The Patriotic Songster
Strabane: Joseph Alexander, 1815
(neither author nor editor are identified)