These words from both the peoples soon will ring from shore to shore—
“We are friends for evermore.”
From “Prison Poems; or, Lays of Tullamore” by T. D. Sullivan, M.P. (Lord Mayor of Dublin). Dublin Nation Office, Middle Abbey Street. 1888.
On August 19, 1888. The Weekly Dispatch (London) published five competition parodies on the same topic. The following won the prize of Two Guineas:
Tullamore.
Ye who Erin’s history dreary oft have pondered, shamed and weary
Of our Saxon sway’s inglorious volume of unrighteous lore;
Castle knaves her sons entrapping, cruel laws her vigour sapping,
Vampire landlords ever lapping at the blood her bosom bore;