We'll have priests, aye, and pipers, and fid

dlers, galore,

And each Pai shall be drunk from the Boyne to the Nore ;*

While the Shamrock shall twine round your wig-cover'd head,

And we'll dance, drink, and sing, till we're carried to bed!

C.

* A river in the south of Ireland, which unites with the Shannon.

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LETTER IV.

FROM LORD S

H TO THE MARQUIS

OF LD-D—Y.

LETTER IV.

FROM LORD SH TO THE MARQUIS OF

L-D-D-Y.

Dublin Castle.

Come, D--Y, come; the merry Dublin cits

No longer hate you, having lost their wits. I think at present if the very devil

Came with the ****, they'd treat his Highness civil.

Shake off all fear, your welcome will be

hearty,

At least GRANT says so, from the Orange

party;

And I am sure the Catholics are still

Inclin❜d to think you can assist their bill Behind the curtain, with a few good words, When next it runs the gauntlet through the Lords:

So, on the whole, you see you have a chance To lead the court and regulate the dance;