Though the bold may revile me, so let them revile—
I'm determined to live for old Erin's green isle.
I proclaim—that the Saxon will tremble to meet
The heroes of Erin; but, boys, life is sweet.
I proclaim—that your shout frightens Europe's base thrones;
But remember, my boys, there is luck in whole bones;
So, take the advice of a friend—wait a while,
In a century or two you'll revenge the Green Isle.
I know in my soul, at the very first shot
That your whole monster meeting would fly at full trot;