These lines were said to have been addressed to a Dr. Fitzgerald, on reading the following couplet in his apostrophe to his native village:—
"And thou! dear Village, loveliest of the clime,
Fain would I name thee, but I scant in rhyme."
I subjoin a tolerably complete copy of this "rime doggrele:"
"A Bard there was in sad quandary,
To find a rhyme for Tipperary.
Long labour'd he through January,
Yet found no rhyme for Tipperary;
Toil'd every day in February,
But toil'd in vain for Tipperary;