“Cribb, Cooper, Carter, need not fear great Donnelly’s renown,
For at his wake we’re seated here, while he is lying down;
For Death, that primest swell of all, has laid him on the floor,
And left us here, alas! to bawl, ‘Sir Daniel is no more!’
“EPITAPH.
“Here lies Sir Daniel Donnelly, a pugilist of fame,
In Ireland bred and born was he, and he was genuine game;
Then if an Irishman you be, when you have read this o’er,
Go home and drink the memory of him who is no more.”
“Childe Daniel—A Lament.