Their Irish pact won’t somehow act; it was foredoomed to fail.
It makes us dream of vengeance; and all along our van,
“Remember their Kilmainham charge!” is passed from man to man.
But what says generous William? “No Irishman’s my foe;
“Down, down with every thought of hate! For justice let us go!”
Was ever so magnanimous, so fair a foe as he—
Our much maligned old champion, our gallant William G.?
Right well each man will have to fight who fights with us to-day,
And many a party pennon will fall earthward in the fray.
And we whose watchword’s “Unity!” must bear us well in fight;