But the Liberal Party observed with dismay The outrageous proceedings of Peter O'Shea; And Mr O'Kelly, our pride and our joy, Made a law for restoring Cornelius Molloy.
Cornelius came back to his former abode, And Peter was houseless, and starved on the road: For Justice, whose methods O'Kelly can tell, Gave Cornelius _his_ holding and Peter's as well.
It is this which inspires us with feelings of awe For the standards of Justice embodied in Law: And tenants, the law when inclined to obey, Will be cheered by the instance of Peter O'Shea.
Must we then cease to exist as a party, Sink to the items that once we have been, All for the scruples of Justin M'Carthy, All for Committee-Room No. 15?
This is the end of a decade of labour, Blood that we might have--conceivably--shed, Daily incitements to boycott your neighbour, Daily allusions to ounces of lead!
Is it for this that the champion whose speeches Fear not to mention the year '98 Sleeps on a plank and is robbed of his breeches, Loses some pounds of his natural weight?
These, it would seem, are that patriot's wages-- Only to hear that the battle is o'er, Only to blot from our history's pages Memories of Mitchelstown, tales of Gweedore!
All the great days of the row and the ruction, Days on the hillside and nights in the House, When by persistent and careful obstruction Saxons were kept from their yachts and their grouse:
All was a dream unsubstantial and airy-- Tenants are cravens, and landlords are paid: Lone and deserted is New Tipperary, Lodgings to let in O'Brien Arcade!
Some are for Redmond and some for M'Carthy, All are the items that once they have been: This is the end of the National Party, All for Committee-Room No. 15.
SHOULD IRELAND SEND HER M.P.S TO WASHINGTON?
Oh, the Irish M.P.s they are bound for the seas, to the country of Cleveland and Blaine, And I hear for a fact, their portmanteaus are packed and we never shall see them again, And Hibernia thrills through her valleys and hills with a passionate cry of farewell, While the manager weeps as they're paying their bills, in the "Westminster Palace hotel!
Though he lived all the while in the highest of style and was fed at his country's expense, Yet he felt (did the Celt) that in Meshech he dwelt, and resided in Kedar its tents, And he yearned in his heart to be playing a part in a higher and holier sphere-- For his soul was alight with a zeal for the Right that we cannot appreciate here.