Thou shield and bulwark of the race of Coffey!
The surgeon, on examining his patient,
Knows how his illness is to be removed,
Knows where the secret of his health lies hid,
And where the secret of his malady.
Those members that are gangrened or unsound
He cuts away from the more healthy trunk
Before they mortify, and so bring death
Without remead upon the sufferer.
Now, thy disease is obviously the Galls,