Erin we find as far away,
As rudely severed by a windy sea,
As Athens seemed in Horace' day
From old Brundusium (Brindisi).
Strange, too, in yonder hybrid land
This myth about a racial knot
Binding the gay Hibernian and
The dourly earnest Ulster-Scot—
Neighbours whose one and only link
(A foil to their profound disparity)