They hid pikes in his haggard, cut staves in his wood;
And attack’d the king’s troops—the assertion to clinch,
That no town is so loyal as Ballynahinch.
V.
O! had we but trusted the rebels’ professions,
Met their cannon with smiles, and their pikes with concessions;
Tho’ they still took an ell when we gave them an inch,
They would all have been loyal—like Ballynahinch.
Viri Eruditi,
Si vobis hocce poematium, de navali laude Britanniæ, paucis annis ante conscriptum, nuperrimè recensitum atque emendatum, forté arrideat, quærite in proximis vestris tabulis locum quendam secretum atque securum, ubi repositum suâ sorte perfruatur. Quod si in me hanc gratiam contuleritis, devinctus vobis ero et astrictus beneficio.