The political and occasional poems of Winthrop Mackworth Praed Edited, with notes, by Sir George Young |
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XXVII. THE BEGGAR'S THANKS.
“He was grateful for the plan, though he admitted he desired much
more.”—Speech of Mr. O'Connell, K.C.
He mutters no threat, he points no gibe,
He speaks in civil tone;
It's truly puzzling to describe
How loyal he is grown.
He owes a debt—it's very sweet
To have such debts to pay;
He owes his thanks to Downing Street—
He's grateful to Lord Grey.
He speaks in civil tone;
It's truly puzzling to describe
How loyal he is grown.
He owes a debt—it's very sweet
To have such debts to pay;
He owes his thanks to Downing Street—
He's grateful to Lord Grey.
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In yon green isle it is averred
That treason has been hot;
Some houses have been burnt, I heard,
And some old parsons shot.
But bless my heart! I'm quite prepared
To hope a fairer day;
The great O'Connell has declared
He's grateful to Lord Grey!
That treason has been hot;
Some houses have been burnt, I heard,
And some old parsons shot.
But bless my heart! I'm quite prepared
To hope a fairer day;
The great O'Connell has declared
He's grateful to Lord Grey!
He always rises to protest
If people prate of law;
A statute is to him a jest,
An oath a wisp of straw.
Oh surely 'tis a charming plan,
Whatever bigots say,
Which makes so excellent a man
So grateful to Lord Grey!
If people prate of law;
A statute is to him a jest,
An oath a wisp of straw.
Oh surely 'tis a charming plan,
Whatever bigots say,
Which makes so excellent a man
So grateful to Lord Grey!
Go on, my lords and gentlemen!
Pull down what yet remains;
Drive to the Holy Pontiff's pen
His flock of Bourkes and Shanes;
In honest men you'll hear and see
Some anger, some dismay;
But Daniel and his friends will be
More grateful to Lord Grey.
Pull down what yet remains;
Drive to the Holy Pontiff's pen
His flock of Bourkes and Shanes;
In honest men you'll hear and see
Some anger, some dismay;
But Daniel and his friends will be
More grateful to Lord Grey.
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