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IX. SPEECH OF THE IRISH SECRETARY IN DEFENCE OF THE LORD LIEUTENANT.
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IX. SPEECH OF THE IRISH SECRETARY IN DEFENCE OF THE LORD LIEUTENANT.


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“On, Stanley, on.”—Marmion

Sir, we have closed our long campaign
Against the troops of Cold Blow Lane;
We've done with Mr. Grattan's votes,
Their venal hearts and ragged coats;
And it is time for me to show
The Castle folk are unsunned snow,
And prove, howe'er the case appears,
His Lordship never interferes.
One Long, a mean and paltry knave,
By reason of the vote he gave,
Has lost most justly, as he feels,
The mending of his Lordship's wheels.
Out on the villain! By my troth,
We won't believe a tradesmen's oath,
When he, the Prince of British Peers,
Declares he never interferes!
As for the lines his Lordship wrote,
To say that every honest vote
Was, as was very right and fair,
Requested here, expected there—

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I own it was extremely wrong
To be so kind to Mr. Long;
Yet in that letter, who that hears
Will say, his Lordship interferes?
And then, the melancholy fates
Or those poor perjured magistrates,
Who were so wonderfully rude,
And talked of friends, and gratitude:
The men, it's certain, went and did
Exactly as the men were bid;
But Sir, with Mr. Tyndale's tears
The Castle never interferes.
Honest Basseggio next attacks—
The barber—with his battle-axe!
Who vomits speeches brave and big
Against whate'er is wise and Whig;
I'm sure that none who know the case,
And how the barber lost his place,
Can deem with such plebeian fears
His Lordship ever interferes.
Oh, I appeal to all the fame
That crowns that noble person's name;
And I appeal to Captain Hart,
Who could not play the bully's part;

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And I appeal to Baron Tuyll,
Who sealed his lips up all the while;
And I appeal to those loud cheers—
His Lordship never interferes.
All people, Mr. Speaker, know
Which way his Lordship's wishes go;
And Government, it's also known,
Do as they will with what's their own:
And since my noble friend is right
To interfere with all his might—
I care not for those vulgar sneers—
He never, never interferes.