A NEW ISLE OF THE BLEST.
(The "Cubanisation" of Ireland, suggested by Mr. de Valera, is being seriously discussed in Sinn Fein circles.)
When Ireland is treated like Cuba,
As great de Valera suggests,
And the pestilent loyalist Pooh-Bah
No longer our island infests,
The Pearl that adorns the Antilles
We'll speedily duplicate here,
From the Lough in the North, that is Swilly's,
Right down to Cape Clear.
The militant minstrels of Tara
Will change their war-harps for guitars;
And Clare, to be called Santa Clara,
Will grow the most splendid cigars;
On the banks of the Bann the banana
Will yield us its succulent fruit,
And the pig with the gentle iguana
Together will root.
Our poets, both major and minor,
Will work the new Manganese vein,
And turn out a product diviner
Than even the Cubans obtain;
Limerigo, Galvejo, Doblino—
How lovely and noble they sound!
And think of Don José Devlino
Cavorting around!
We'll borrow a leaf from Havana;
We'll cultivate yuccas and yams;
The Curragh shall be our savannah,
Swept clear of all soldiers and shams;
And then to the cry of "Majuba"
We'll shatter the enemy's yoke,
When Ireland is governed like Cuba
And grows her own smoke.