Punch, or the London Charivari, Volume 104, February 4, 1893

Burglar ( taking the ground heavily ). Naow, 'ooever'd 'a' thought o' the Howner o' that there hinnercent little Villa bein' a Perfessional 'Chucker-hout'?!!!
( Latest Version, with apologies to Lady Dufferin. )
Oi'm sittin' on the stile, Mary, an' lookin' o'er the tide,
An' by jabers Oi'm afraid, Aroon, that there Oi'll have to bide!
The grass is springin' fresh an' green in Ould Oireland, but oh moy!
If there's any green in Jonathan's land, it is not in his oi !
The States are awful changed, Mary; it is not now as then ,
When they lifted a free latch-string to all exiled Oirishmen.
Now we miss the whoop ov welcome; they suggest it's loike our cheek,
And Oi'm listenin' for brave Lowell's words—which Chandler does not speak!
It seems to me their Aigle for full Freedom no more pants,