A. A. M.
THE LATEST IRISH GRIEVANCE.
A Milesian Medley.
[The Earl of Aberdeen on his promotion in the peerage has adopted the style of Marquess of Aberdeen and Tara.]
The Harp that once in Tara's Hall
The soul of music shed
Has had a most disastrous fall
And won't be comforted;
For now, when the Milesian Gael
Looms large upon the scene,
Tara is tacked on to the tail
Of Scottish Aberdeen.
O Casement dear, an' did ye hear the news that's goin' round?
The Germans are by law forbid to land on Irish ground;
And Cork's proud Corporation—may perdition seize their soul!—
Have blotted Kuno Meyer's name from off their burgess roll.
I met wid Paddy Birrell on the links at Overstrand,
An' sez he, "How's poor dear Ireland, and how does she stand?"
She's the most amazin' counthry that iver yet was seen,
For she's let the name of Tara come afther Aberdeen!
O if in dingy khaki we've got to see it through,
And must not taste of raki (which is Turkish mountain-dew),
Still we can wet our whistle with porter and poteen,
And extirpate the thistle from Tara's sacred scene.