The birds they join in chorus
To hum their notes melodious
The bees are humming music
All over the demesne.
The place it being so holy
It is there they live in glory,
Honey is flowing
And rolling there in sthrames.
There follows a panegyric of “Robert Martin Esqur,” the Bard lamenting his inability to “tell the lovely fatures of the noble gentleman.”
“Indeed,” he continues, “it sprung through nature
For this gentleman being famous,
The Martins were the bravest
That ever were before.
“With Colonels and good Majors
Who fought with many nations,
I’m sure twas them that gained it
On the plains of Waterloo.”
Thus far the dictation; the following four verses are as they came from the hand of their maker.
A song composed for Robirt Martin Esqur and one of his tinants
A song composed for Robirt Martin Esqur and one of his tinants
1st varce
Its now we have a tradesman
The best in any nation,
He never met his eaquils, he went to tullamore.
He played in Munstereven
The tune of Nora Chrena
But Garryown delighted the natives of the town.
2nd
He can write music
Play it and peruse it
A man in deep concumption from death he revive
But from the first creation
There was never yet his eaquels
So clever and ingenious with honour and renown.