Siol de sliocht Bharra—an fear Carthanach, Donal;
Go d-teig a n-anam go Caithir na Gloire!
THE DEATH OF DANIEL BARRY.
There’s a mournful story to-day to tell
Among friends and strangers, where’er they dwell;
That man so learned, so gentle, bright;
In good health this morning, now dead to-night.
’Tis a day of mourning; there’s grief all ’round—
That your steed unhorsed you, going by the Pound,
That the fall you got made you faint away,