Text divider from 'The Whistling Daughter', a chapbook printed in Glasgow in 1802
St. PATRICK'S GLORY.
My countrymen dear, come let us prepare,all over the Irish nation,On Patrick's birth-day our colours display,with great joy and declaration.
He was a true blue, such members but few,he would not be led by temptation;Fine actions he squar'd, fine temples he rear'dall over this Irish nation.
To magicians all, he gave a downfal,he preach'd to his country's salvations;All venomous things, with poison and stings,chas'd dont of chis Irish nation.
The snake and the toad, from their place of abode,came here a while for to station,But Patrick's true blue, that did them pursue,chac'd them out of the Irish nation.
Here's success to Rodger, that can hunt the badgers,and all the brave Gores in the nation,Likewise Dick Cox, that can hunt the fox,from every cave in this nation.
Success to Kildare, that Shamrockshire peer,like Patrick for our restoration,He run a smart heat, to save all our plate,all over the Irish nation.
Our Shamrocks we'll wear, we'll walk on the square,to no man we'll give provocation,We'll laugh and we'll sing, here's a health to the King,by Patrick's sons and this nation.
This health we'll encore, ten thousand and more,of Patrick's sons in the nation,Shamrocks we'll wear, then of us take care,all over the Irish nation.
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