He can nicely “consolidate” farms;
He can blarney and lie in his speech,
And exterminate Irish in swarms.
An invader, himself and his clan,
’Tis a maxim comprised in his belief,
To coerce and evict all he can
For the plund’ring invaders’ relief.
The hum of contentment or peace
In those valleys and glens can’t be heard
Till we manfully look for release,