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Farewell Ireland

My grief! The votes of corner-boys

Have banished mirth and chilled our joys,

Withdrawn, we watch each turn and trick

and think of that gaunt Spanish fanatic

and wonder will he last forever

or hamstrung, fall from his endeavour,

While Ireland worn to bones and marrow,

Like Joyce's sow eats up its farrow.


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