One faithful harp shall praise thee!"
The Minstrel's loud—though a little late;
What he hopes to gain some wonder;
But he swears that harp shall preserve the State,
Which his foes would rend asunder.
He shouts, "Home Rule shall not sully thee,
Ulster, thou soul of bravery!
I'll harp wild war, aye, from sea to sea,
Ere the Loyalists stoop to slavery!"