Unless it’s a coinage from some kind of copper;
Though your Dean of St Patrick’s did not like the stuff,
For this very fair reason—’twas not big enough.
So here goes a guess—and, in truth, to be plain,
It’s a good honest Penny your honour will mane.
Ah, Geordy, full oft have they tried to disgrace,
With buffets and blows, thy right royal old face;
Let them hammer away till they’re all in a pet,
For real solid worth thou’rt the best of the set.
E’en O’Connell must own, though he don’t like the mint,