And now, I’ve ended, what I pretended,
This narration splendid in swate poe-thry.
‘Ye dear bewitcher, just hand the pitcher,
Faith, it’s myself that’s getting mighty dhry.’
Barney Maguire, Junior’s, Account of the Jubilee.
Sing, swate Muse, the grand occasion of that joyful celebration,
When the Nation, with elation, rushed tumultuously to see,
In her glory and her splendhour, the Faith’s feminine defendher,
On the dawning of the morning of her Day of Jubilee!