neath that bloody band,
And all around its trampled hearths a larger
concourse stand,
Where, high upon a gallows-tree, a yelling
wretch is seen—
'Tis Hackett of Dungarvan—he who steered the
Algerine!
He fell amid a sullen shout, with scarce a pass-
ing prayer,
For he had slain the kith and kin of many a