And replaced the valiant LEAMY in the chair.
Chorus.—Ye may talk of J. McCARTHY, &c.
To it feet and fists they wint,
As though foighting agin rint,
Says the Sassenach, "By golly, I'm perplext;
For when pathriots, don't ye see,
Foight like schoolboys on a spree,
Why, ye niver know what they'll be up to next.
There seems little to be said;
Let each break the other's head: