"We fought by contract, not by choice,
Ay, and the spoils are not our party's;
The Tories may be beat, but we know
This is not Asquith's, it is Redmond's beano"?
Or did you doubt if all was right
With Erin when you heard O'Brien
Foreboding doom by second sight
And roaring like a wounded lion,
And saw what venomed hate convulsed her
Apart from any little tiff with Ulster?