"WHO FEARS TO SPEAK OF"—NINETEEN-SIX?
[Thoughts on "a Bill for the Better (sic) Government of Ireland."]
There was an Isle all green and fair
Where milk and whisky used to flow,
Where, thanks to lavish legislators,
The pious cult of pigs and taters.
Filled with content the balmy air—
Eight little years ago!
Distressful she had been, a land
Of kine curtailed and burning ricks,