“There, my identity thus hid
I’ll lay me down and die
For Ireland so my Parnell did
And so for him will I.”
“Forbid it Heaven!” the Hermit cried,
And clasped him to his breast
The wondering stranger turn’d to chide
’Twas Parnell’s self that prest!
“Turn Joey Biggar, ever dear!
My comrade turn to see