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VII.
Edgeworth came first, and led a bandWho spoke the brogue of Erin's land.
Six did shillalahs hold on high,
And six with pennons dare the sky;
The next, in number near a score,
Each in his hand a shamrock bore,
Her standard-bearer then
Came on with vast and solemn stride,
As mightiest of men;
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And bore in chief, ranged side by side,
Three argent harps stringed or,
A fesse of gules ingrail'd below
Six shamrocks of the first did shew,
The motto that she bore
“Erin go bragh,” her crest, (for in
Bas-Bleusia it was thought no sin
To add a crest to female bearing,)
Was a squireen a shake-down wearing.
As past Bas-Bleusia's king she went,
This was her speech—“I'm too intent
In noting what I hear and see
To make long speeches, Gog, to thee.”
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