Over England’s wide dominion that ’tis useless to ignore,
What shall strengthen and sustain her when the battle-thunders roar?”
Answer made he, “Tullamore.”
Then said I, “Across the waters Erin’s faithful sons and daughters
Now have fierce and bitter memories burning in each bosom’s core,
Think what peace and joy would fill them and what happiness would thrill them
If but England yielded freedom to the land that they adore—
If she spoke the word of freedom to the land her souls adore”—
But his word was “Tullamore.”
“Think,” said I, “of England’s masses; every day that o’er them passes