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A DIRGE OVER SIR DANIEL DONNELLY; BY THOMAS JENNINGS.
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As down Exchequer Street I strayed,A little time ago,
I chanced to meet an honest blade,
His face brimful of wo;
I asked him why he seemed so sad,
Or why he sighed so sore;
O Grammachree, och Tom, says he,
Sir Daniel is no more!
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With that he took me straight away,And pensively we went,
To where poor Daniel's body lay,
In wooden waistcoat pent;
And many a yard before we reached
The threshold of his door,
We heard the keeners as they screeched,
Sir Daniel is no more!
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We entered soft, for feelings sadWere stirring in our breast,
To take our farewell of the lad,
Who now was gone to rest;
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And joined the piteous roar;
O, where shall be his fellow seen,
Since Daniel is no more!
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His was the fist whose weighty dintDid Oliver defeat,
His was the fist that gave the hint
It need not oft repeat,
His was the fist that overthrew
His rivals o'er and o'er;
But now we cry in pillalu,
Sir Daniel is no more!
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Cribb, Cooper, Carter, need not fearGreat Donnelly's renown,
For at his wake we're seated here,
While he is lying down;
For Death, that primest swell of all,
Has laid him on the floor,
And left us here, alas! to bawl,
Sir Daniel is no more!
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Here lies Sir Daniel Donnelly,A pugilist of fame;
In Ireland bred and born was he,
And he was genuine game;
Then if an Irishman you be,
When you have read this o'er,
Go home and drink the memory
Of him who is no more.
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