And against his own shadow show cause for a suit.
Here’s health to our orator,[134] one who can boast
That he practises well what he preaches about;
But gentlemen please not to butter my toast,
For we like him so well we can take him without.
Here’s “Middlesex Husbandmen,” doing more good
Than all the political clubs ever known,
Unless a man’s head is the essence of wood,
He ranks them above any king on his throne.
Derry down, down, down, derry down.