All the religion that he cared about,
Was who had got most money;
The fool was of no creed at all,
The Church of Rome defied a sad way,
He could swear a lie thro’ a nine inch wall,
And cover his nob with pipeclay.
Now like a brick the soldier’s licked,
And his coronet is troubling,
She shamed him in the Four Courts,
In the good old town of Dublin;