May no sweet cuckoo, thrush or quail

Be ever heard in Doneraile;

May patriots, kings, and commonweal

Despise and harass Doneraile;

May every post, gazette and mail,

Sad tidings bring of Doneraile;

May vengeance fall on head and tail,

From north to south of Doneraile

May profit small, and tardy sale,

Still damp the trade of Doneraile: