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EXTERMINATION

Why not, says Shirley, clear my land?
The land is all my own,
To use or waste as likes me, and
To be gainsaid by none.
I'll have no peasant holdings here,
But meadow, park, or moor:
Such is my will; the land I'll clear;
What care I for the poor?

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And since thy land is also thine,
By grace of God, we'll say,—
And since poor rogues may not combine,
Though rich and strong ones may,—
Why not, my Lords! join hand to hand
To rid us of our fear,
And all conspire to clear the land
From the Causeway to Cape Clear?
Root out the serfs; perhaps transplant,—
Too costly that would be;
Evict them; need they die of want
While there's the Irish Sea?—
Which is the cheapest Negro breed,
To stock our farms?—“O, fie!
“Hill-Coolies now; the Blacks are freed”:
Says sleek Philanthropy.