The eighty-six recruited come,—
Say, can coercion make them dumb?
In vain, in vain! Strike other chords!
Renounce your Paper Union Creed!
In spite of thirty thousand swords,
The Irish nation will be freed!
See! rising at their country’s call,
Who fronts you in St. Stephen’s Hall!
You have the Liberal leader yet;
Where is the Liberal phalanx gone?