WHO HAD GONE OVER TO IRELAND IN THE INTERESTS OF HIS POLITICAL PARTY, AT THE ELECTION OF 1864. To tell you the truth, dear J., I was sorry To hear by your note that Whig, Roman, and Tory Are taxing your patience, your time, and invention, Not even the soft haunting voice that you mention Has, by its sweet witchery, power to call back, And make you rein up your political hack. The deuce take the Tories; a fig for the Whigs; A plague on the Romans and Radical prigs, Who flounder and splash in the big Irish puddle, Like geese in a bog, quack, gabble, and muddle; Oh, botheration! such bustle and blarney— I'd souse the whole herd in the Lakes of Killarney. Too long, my dear J., on the shamrock you've trod, Bedad, they will dub you a son of the sod; Come over, I bid you; come over the "say," We'll talk the thing out o'er a cup of good "tay." Old grannie is waiting to give you her hand, The Rockingham's brimm'd, and the toast on the stand Well brown'd and well buttered—the muse is complaining That some wild, Irish girl your heart is enchaining, And vows, if you do not come back before long, You'll never more quaff at the fountain of song. Now this is an issue for which you'll be sorry, So come back—pray do—while the heather's in glory. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE DEFENSE OF THE ALAMO [MARCH 6, 1835] by CINCINNATUS HEINE MILLER DRINKING SONG (3) by ALCAEUS OF MYTILENE PEARLS OF THE FAITH: 86. AL-JAMI'H by EDWIN ARNOLD THE PICTURE OF A FINE GENTLEMAN by SOPHIA (RAYMOND) BURRELL THE ARK by NOAH CALWELL CANNON WHAT MAN BUT GOD? by P. J. CAZELLO BLANK MISGIVINGS OF A CREATURE MOVING ABOUT IN WORLDS NOT REALIZED: 7 by ARTHUR HUGH CLOUGH |