THAT POOR IRISH HARP!
Moore hymned the "Irish Melodies,"
And as he harped all heeded his chords.
But heaven help the bard who tries
To harmonise the "Irish Discords"
The Paddies quarrel, gird, and carp,
Blend petty squeak with mad mock-thunder.
No Minstrel Boy may tune that Harp
Since faction "tore its chords asunder."