Of Dynamiting Fenian crew
Came on their ears, saw their reward,
For so believing, surely you
Don’t think ’twas right to steal their sword?”
He murmured, as his tears began,
“He was a very Grand Old Man.”
“And England’s honour, credit, name,
Her colonies, her army, fleet,
All gone—her prestige turned to shame,
Her altered battle cry ‘Retreat:’