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IRISH SONGS AND LYRICS 385 |
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O wild is Hibernia's Taurus1
And Collings' chimerical Cow," And neither demure nor decorous
Is the Tammany Boss,8 but I vow That even in Chamberlain's garden *
No wickeder brute you'll espy Than the horrible heifer of Hawarden,
Who fled from my Emerald Eye.
Were I bound within range of a rifle
In Dopping's implacable grip; Though I flew to the summit of Eiffel
To give Ashmead-Bartlett the slip; Were I doomed to despair on Sahara,
Or sentenced to dine with the Shah, Still I'd chant, to the tune of Ta-ra-ra,
The praises of Erin-go-bragh.
• The Irish Bull.
2 " Three acres and a Cow."
3 Tammany Boss or the Tiger.
4 Mr. A. Chamberlain, M. P., was once gored by a bull in his garden. |
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