In a pair of jack boots there no longer be stalking,
But to Ireland convey yourself, body, and bones.
As an absentee go and dwell on your estate then,
“Lay the root to the axe” of your tenants distress,
A slice of Peru for old Pompey the great then,
Will make him look bigger sure never the less.
IX.
And you father O’Burke, first of Irish defenders,
Of war and corruption, of tyrants and slaves,
Protector of kings, not of humbug pretenders,