To strike for the Shamrock and Harp!"—
"You're right, sir," says Misther McFinnigan.
"Och, murther! me blood's in a blaze,
To think of bould Corcoran leading us
Right into the camp of the bastes
Whose leeches so long have been bleeding us!
The Stars and the Stripes here at home
To Canada's walls we would pin again,
And wouldn't we raise them in Cork?"—
"You're right, sir," says Misther McFinnigan.