THE FOUR FARRELLYS

In a small hotel in London I was sitting down to dine,
When the Waiter brought the register and asked me if I'd sign,
And as I signed, I saw a name that set my heart astir-
A certain Francis Farrelly had signed the register.
I knew a lot of Farrellys and out of all the crew,
I kept on sort of wonderin' which Farrelly were you.
And when I finished dinner I sat back in my chair,
Going round my native land to find, which Farrelly you were.

South

Were you the keen-eyed Kerryman I met below Kenmare,
Who told me that when Ireland fought "the odds were never fair"?
If Cromwell had met Sarsfield, or Owen Roe O'Neill,
It's not to Misther Gladstone we'd be lookin' for repeal.
Would have Ireland for the Irish, not a Saxon to be seen,
And only Gaelic spoken in that house in College Green,
Told me Landlords wor the divil! their agents ten times worse,
And every sort of Government for Ireland was a curse!
Oh! if your that Francis Farrelly, your dreams have not come true,
Still, Slainthe! Slainthe! Fransheen! for I like a man like you.

North

Or were you the Francis Farrelly that often used to say
He'd like to blow them Papishes from Derry's walls away?
The boy who used to bother me that Orange Lodge to join,
And thought that history started with the battle of the Boyne-
I was not all with ye, Francis, the Pope is not my friend,
But still I hope, poor man, he'll die without that end-
And when yer quit from care yourself, and get to K