AN IRISH EIRENICON.

(To THE EDITOR OF THE "SPECTATOR.") Snt,—My song of' Father O'Flynn " has found so much favour as an Irish Eirenicon that I venture to hope you will give the sub- joined lyric, suggested by Thomas Davis's "Orange and Green shall carry the day" and written to the air of "The Protestant Boys," an equal chance as a friendly exhortation to all the con- tending parties in Ireland to close their ranks for their country's good. If they do so, I am confident that we shall be nearer winning the Great War as the result of a righteous settlement of the Irish

IRISHMEN ALL.

(To the Air of " Orange and Green" or "The Protestant Boys.") Eager for Ireland's succour and stay.

Orange and Green! For Ireland their Queen. Orange and Green had ca.rried the day.

Now a new chance is calling from France, Shall we not seize it, Irishmen, say? Ulster end Leinster. Connaught

and Munster—

Are we not still one Ireland to-day? Redmond and Carson, Priest and Parson, If but your hands in each others' you'd lay, Surely once more From the Foyle to the Nora

Orange and Green would carry the

day. Orange! Orange! Green end Orange!

Each without tether seta Ireland astray. Joined into one The deed would be done.

Orange and Green would carry the day. Orange! Orange!

Green and Orange!

Once they have blended and ended

their fray, Orange and Green!

For Ireland our Queen,

Orange and Green shall carry the

day. Irishmen all, at Liberty's call, Crowd to her standard, scorning delay! If you unite at once for the Right, Orange and Green will carry the day. Orange ! Orange! Green and Orange!

Young volunteer and veteran grey.

Quick! and combine!

Your Country's proud line Is wearing IRO fine—there's death in delay! Orange! Orange! Green end Orange!

Float them together o'er mountain and bay!

Or.tnge and Green!

For Ireland our Queen. Orange and Green shall carry the day.

Once when an enemy threatened our ooaet Faction and Feud juat vanished away; Ireland, a Nation, /net in one host Under the valiant Volunteers' sway.

Church and chapel Discord's apple Flung to the deuce and all, you might say

Dour Dungannon Round her cannon Wreathed the Shamrogue wih the Orange spray.

Quarrelling Bands Struck brotherly hands ALFRED PERCEVAL GRAVES, Author of "Father O'Flynn."