Not always for the noblest martyr,
My countrymen, ye forge
The crown of gold nor wreathe the laurel;
One protestant ye count as moral,
Neglect another. Take the quarrel
Extant between myself and Carter
(Henchman of D. Lloyd George).
I see the Unionists grow oranger,
I mark the wigs upon the green,
The rooted hairs of Ulster bristle