Of his famous battle blade
Was to cut his stick from the Shannon shore.
Immortal Smith O’Brine
Was raging like a line;
’Twould have done your sowl good to have heard him roar:
In his glory he arose,
And he rushed upon his foes,
But they hit him on the nose by the Shannon shore.
Then the Futt and Dthragoons,
In squadthorns and platoons,