Ireland for the Irish Rhymes and Reasons Against Landlordism with a Preface on Fenianism and Republicanism. By W. J. Linton, Formerly of the Irish "Nation" |
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“FROM THE CENTRE UPWARDS” |
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“FROM THE CENTRE UPWARDS”
If Puddledock can vomit truth,
Or truth be venom'd lies,—
If Russell-Castlereagh know ruth,
Whig statesmanship be wise,—
If butcher's meat grow wholesomer
By dint of carrion flies,—
King Property owns earth and air
From the centre to the skies.
Or truth be venom'd lies,—
If Russell-Castlereagh know ruth,
Whig statesmanship be wise,—
If butcher's meat grow wholesomer
By dint of carrion flies,—
King Property owns earth and air
From the centre to the skies.
So pursy Athol swears he doth,—
“Keep off the waste!” he cries;
And sky and moor, he'll fence them both
From depredating eyes.
While Minos in a Highland kilt
Guards Eden from surprize,
There's scarce a doubt his Grace of Tilt
May own both earth and skies.
“Keep off the waste!” he cries;
And sky and moor, he'll fence them both
From depredating eyes.
While Minos in a Highland kilt
Guards Eden from surprize,
There's scarce a doubt his Grace of Tilt
May own both earth and skies.
No urchin his red lips shall smear
With autumn's luscious prize;
No milkmaid stint her song to hear
The lark that heavenward hies:
'Tis theft, Sir! theft: wild fruit, wild tones,
And wild flowers' varied dyes,
Are grown on Lordling's land, who owns
From the centre to the skies.
With autumn's luscious prize;
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The lark that heavenward hies:
'Tis theft, Sir! theft: wild fruit, wild tones,
And wild flowers' varied dyes,
Are grown on Lordling's land, who owns
From the centre to the skies.
When starvelings tire of fattening drones,—
“Why then”—his Grace replies—
“We'll clear our lands, nor let your bones
“Manure our Paradise;
“We'll have Steam-power for helot then.”—
But what if Labour rise,
And land you, scarecrow gentlemen,
Somewhere 'twixt earth and skies?
“Why then”—his Grace replies—
“We'll clear our lands, nor let your bones
“Manure our Paradise;
“We'll have Steam-power for helot then.”—
But what if Labour rise,
And land you, scarecrow gentlemen,
Somewhere 'twixt earth and skies?
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