THE WRONGS OF ERIN

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You sons of desolation throughout this brit
ish nation,                                [ write,
Your long degradation now causes me to
Since Luther's reformation we're void of
consolation,                           [ delight.
And for Transubstantiation bereft of all
O God most high in station what disconsol-
ation.                                 (Country,
What grief and tribulation oppressed our
Bloodshed and confiseation death and des-
olation.
In our lovely habitation consigned to misiry

Our clergy the were taken but their faith
could not be shaken, (utmost cruelty,
They were martyred for their faith with the
our charming sons and daughters were rob-
bed and slaughtered,
And sold and bartered till the year of 93,
Where France it flew to arms their Brittain
got alarmed,                      (what wise,
For to repel the storm she though it some
he goading chain to lighteen Hibernia aid
inviting                                  (prise.
order for to Brighten brave Napoleon inter-

Our protestant true leaders who stood our meditators,
Our wise legislators who fought for liberty,
The did not vilely treat us but amincipate us.
And from bondage extricate us and banish tyranny,
Let there be highly treate on pages calculated,
And for ages commemorated fotheir cencerity,
For their noble agitation with their co opporation,
Has gained emancipation in spite of bigotry.

Those belly bible preachers and proselyting tea chers,
Those insinuation trators had been obliged to fly,
From satans opporation the low infernal-rigions.
His wild egactulatians our Church will them defy.
She's withistood all danger from Tyranizang strangers,
Like pheobus from and eclips refulgently the sprung,
With splendour immolation like bodies conaolating,
Her bells with exaltation unceaseingly had wrung.

The 3rd day of october it left poor Granua sober.
As Limerick bad gave over she languished in dispair,
To see her sons sold and bartyred her pious clergy alter
Her children Young and tender it rent her heart with
care,
Those cruel o traitors and human lacerators,
Those woefull depredatore like hungry lions roar,
The thought to captivate us and wholey exterpate us,
By blood and confiscation as they had done before.

So sweet and lovely nation for transubstantiation,
What wrath and indignation thow meetest every day,
Thy sons are daily toiling in cruelty beguiling,
In dangeous they are pining along the lonely way.
O those cruel bigots our chains will strongly invite
Our lands they'd highly tribute with fine and penalty,
From poverty insulting from penal laws resulting,
And Orange men consulting to anyment our misery.

Their views and concultation for our oxterpation
With burtal indignation they voilently did roar,
Like demous incarnated those tyrants as without reaser,
Like Lions fuestrated they thirsted for our gore,
Take courage now my people let not your hearts be
feeble,
Your holy Walls and steeples will flourish as before.
And your begal agitation will banish desolation,
And true consolation will spread throughout our shore.

                       Printed, for Johnson.