I am sick of the horrible place!
I am out of Society’s reach;
At the Club I am well-nigh alone;
And not e’en the smile of Hicks-Beach
For my dulness extreme can atone.
Yet the Irishmen, brutally stern,
Have not the least pity on me,
But they all make long speeches in turn
In garments most shocking to see.
Had I known it was certainly meant