Still it cried “Repale’s the measure!”
And bid the friends of Ireland “agitate!”
Still did his tongue that word prolong,
And now deject, and now elate,
He spoke of Erin’s worth, and Erin’s wrong;
And as his eyes and hands uprose,
Each Tory’s finger touch’d the scornful nose,
And Dan O’Connell smiled and waved his Irish “sprig!”
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Last came Peel’s ecstatic trial!