All the talents' garland or, A few rockets let off at a celebrated ministry. Including Elijah's mantle, the Uti Possidetis, and other poems of the same author. By eminent political characters. The third edition, greatly enlarged [by E. A. Barrett] |
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THE LOYAL CATHOLIC:
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THE LOYAL CATHOLIC:
A NEW SONG, SUNG IN DUBLIN WITH GREAT APPLAUSE.
Here's success to the “happiness, comfort, and ease”
Of those Ministers stoutly opposing their King,
Who their consciences sold for the sake of their place,
And who press'd their good Master to do the same thing!
Of those Ministers stoutly opposing their King,
Who their consciences sold for the sake of their place,
And who press'd their good Master to do the same thing!
Hurrah! for the Boys there, by day and by night,
Be their consciences ever the theme of our song;
Who did what was wrong, just to do what was right,
And to do what was right, did just what was wrong!
Be their consciences ever the theme of our song;
Who did what was wrong, just to do what was right,
And to do what was right, did just what was wrong!
To the King, it was mighty obliging and good,
And, like all their deeds, in true loyalty's course,
When his wishes, nay, ev'n his commands, they withstood,
And his conscience, long settled, endeavoured to force.
And, like all their deeds, in true loyalty's course,
When his wishes, nay, ev'n his commands, they withstood,
And his conscience, long settled, endeavoured to force.
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To the Catholics too, it was perfect good faith
To stifle our claim for the thing which we wanted,
And 'bout a forc'd offer, so wisely debate,
Of that, which our Sovereign had long ago granted.
To stifle our claim for the thing which we wanted,
And 'bout a forc'd offer, so wisely debate,
Of that, which our Sovereign had long ago granted.
Did they mean but to do what before had been done,
If Rebels we were, how could that make us quiet?
And if more—sure to swindle the King they'd begun,
And, caught in the fact, they have kick'd up this riot.
If Rebels we were, how could that make us quiet?
And if more—sure to swindle the King they'd begun,
And, caught in the fact, they have kick'd up this riot.
Having thus tried, in vain tho', to cheat us all round,
The King in his promise, and us in our claim;
In vain, too, shall all their endeavours be found
Once more to foment the Rebellion's fierce flame.
The King in his promise, and us in our claim;
In vain, too, shall all their endeavours be found
Once more to foment the Rebellion's fierce flame.
For tho' rebel Colonels, and friends of O'Connor,
Have well, for their treason, been lately rewarded
With high posts of law, and with stations of honour—
The devil a bit was the poor man regarded.
Have well, for their treason, been lately rewarded
With high posts of law, and with stations of honour—
The devil a bit was the poor man regarded.
Tho' into rebellion the peasant was cheated,
Yet the case he complain'd of was put on the shelf;
Each Leader, secure in his treach'ry, retreated,
And in plunder of office, took care of himself.
Yet the case he complain'd of was put on the shelf;
Each Leader, secure in his treach'ry, retreated,
And in plunder of office, took care of himself.
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But our Sovereign, God bless him! has never deceiv'd us;
Afflicted he found us, and better'd our fate;
From religious restriction he fully reliev'd us,
And plac'd us with rank and respect in the State.
Afflicted he found us, and better'd our fate;
From religious restriction he fully reliev'd us,
And plac'd us with rank and respect in the State.
From the breast of that King, benefactor, and friend,
We'll unite, every painful distrust to remove,
And to faction we'll shew that their triumphs must end,
As alone our good King's, not their subjects, we'll prove.
We'll unite, every painful distrust to remove,
And to faction we'll shew that their triumphs must end,
As alone our good King's, not their subjects, we'll prove.
For he never yet gave as a promise, we know,
To do more than his bounty has graciously done;
Nor have we ever fail'd where we gratitude owe,
No—we Catholics never his service shall shun.
To do more than his bounty has graciously done;
Nor have we ever fail'd where we gratitude owe,
No—we Catholics never his service shall shun.
But with hand and with heart, as our Heroes of old,
We'll swell our proud Records, our National stories;
New triumphs we'll share, as our names are enroll'd
In Egypt's, in Maida's, in Trafalgar's glories!
We'll swell our proud Records, our National stories;
New triumphs we'll share, as our names are enroll'd
In Egypt's, in Maida's, in Trafalgar's glories!
Hurrah! for the boys, then, by day and by night,
Be their consciences ever the theme of our Song,
Who did what was wrong, just to do what right,
And to do what was right, did just what was wrong!
Be their consciences ever the theme of our Song,
Who did what was wrong, just to do what right,
And to do what was right, did just what was wrong!
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