Until not one goose at the capital cackles

Against the grand question of Catholic claims.

XI.

And then shall each Paddy, who once on the Liffey

Perchance held the helm of some mackerel-hoy,

Hold the helm of the state, and dispense in a jiffy

More fishes than ever he caught when a boy.

XII.

And those who now quit their hods, shovels, and barrows,