The Fire Worshippers.
“The wrongs of Ireland which are exciting so much sympathy on all hands at this moment, naturally call to recollection one of her most devoted advocates, as well as one of her brightest ornaments.
Air.—Farewell—farewell to thee, Araby’s daughter.
Farewell—farewell to thee desolate Erin,
(Thus warbled a patriot beneath a dark tree,)
No curl ever lay on Law’s visage so leering,
More bright in its oil than thy spirit in thee.
Oh fair as the flowers all over thee growing,
How light was thy heart till curs’d Castlereagh came,