The tear and sigh, from voice and eye, must quickly pass away,
But the bumper good may be renewed until our dying day.”
“A Dirge over Sir Daniel Donnelly.
“Tune—‘Molly Astore.’
“As down Exchequer Street[[27]] I strayed, a little time ago,
I chanced to meet an honest blade, his face brimful of woe;
I asked him why he seem’d so sad, or why he sigh’d so sore?
‘O Gramachree, och, Tom,’ says he, ‘Sir Daniel is no more!’
“With that he took me straight away, and pensively we went
To where poor Daniel’s body lay, in wooden waistcoat pent;