From Brodum down to gaseous Thornton.[112]
Now, when the foe you first get sight on,
Shout CA IRA, and then rush right on;
And make as terrible a racket,
As ever did a woman’s clack yet,
For should you sound a loud alarum,
Perhaps you may so sadly scare ’em,
Like frighted sheep, they’ll huddle right in
The Old Nick’s den, without much fighting.
Just so a gang of Indian savages,