Miscellaneous writings of the late Dr. Maginn :: :: University of Virginia Library

“What is it ails you, ye beauteous people
Why are ye dropping the salt, salt tear,
Why does your tipple stand like a steeple,
None of ye stirring about the beer?”
'Twas thus I spoke to some honest fellows,
Sitting in grief in Cork's own town,
At Judy Kelly's, sign of the bellows,
Over the best of Beamish's brown.
Hulla, hulla, hulla, hulla, hulla, mulla-gone.

2

'Twas they that answered me in a minute,
“Where do you come from, my honest man?
If from Ireland, the devil's in it
If you don't know 'tis all for Dan!
For brave Sir Daniel, that was no spaniel,
But a true bull-dog of Irish game,
Who laid his whacks on the bullying Saxon
All for the honour of Ireland's name.
Hulla, hulla, &c.

3

“He treated Oliver, just as Gulliver
Treated the Lilliputian's house;
For he was a buffer that would not suffer
Crossbuttock, cuff, or thump like a mouse;
But like a lion, or bright Orion,
Or ould King Brian, surnamed Boro',
Who made the Danes, Sir, quit Clontarf's plains, Sir,
As fast as Boney quit Waterloo.
Hulla, hulla, &c.

4

“Our worthy Regent was so delighted
With the great valour he did evince,
That Dan was cited, ay, and invited
To come be knighted by his own Prince;
Sir Richard Phillips, or Sir Bob Wilson,
Could not compare with him in worth:
For this transaction, may satisfaction
Crown every action of George the Fourth.
Hulla, hulla, &c.

5

“Was I a poet, 'tis I would show it,
And all should know it this cruel night;
I'd give the nation a bold oration
In declamation and letters bright
From Cork and Kerry to Londonderry
A mullagone I'd sadly roar,
With sweet Poll Cleary, and Judy Leary,
The blood-relations of my Lord Donoughmore.
Hulla, hulla, &c.

6

“O Counsellor Connell, Æneas M'Donnel,
And Charley Phillips, my speaking man,

How you would swagger in trope and figure,
If you were paid for praising Dan!
But without money, none of 'em, honey,
Can bear to wag their humbugging jaw;
They're not worth naming, the set of scheming,
Roguish, make-gaming limbs of the law.”
Hulla, hulla, &c.

7

So sung this sporter, over his porter,
Chanting as sweet as a nightingale;
Even Nebuchadnezzar, or Julius Cæsar,
Would gladly stay Sir, to hear the tale.
I bet a penny, that Mr. Rennie,
And Mr. Davy, himself beside,
Wouldn't make a ditty one half so pretty,
On brave Sir Daniel, our Irish pride,
Hulla, hulla, &c.