POETRY.
THE RULE OF KING GOMBEEN. 0 DEVLIN dear, an' did ye hear the news that's gain' round ? The farmers are resolved to bring the Party to the ground. They're burstin' up intirely the Nationalist machine, For there's a cruel plot agin' the rule of King Gombeen, I met with Johnny Dillon—faix I he wasn't lookin' grand And says he, " How's poor ould Russell, an' how does he stand ? "
He's-the quarest of teetotallers that iver yet was seen, For lie's fightin' like a Trojan in defence of the shebeen!
I'm sick of Horace Plunkett and of hearin' what lie's done To win for poor ould Ireland a good place in the sun.
Hint a credit to the country P What the blazes do they mean? Why, the credit of the country is nothin' but Gombeen!
0 if the struggling grocers are defrauded of their due, Let it remind them of the way King John oppressed the Jew!, So let us hope the Holy Pope will issue a decree To fix five shillings as the price foriv'ry pound of tea,. Whin laws canetop the'Guinnesses from brewin' anus, stout, An' whin the Fates make Willie Yeats a Unionist Boy Scout,
Then desert the Shylocks that keep the country lean, But till that day I'll bolster up the rule of King Gombeen.
C. L. G.
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