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              A NEW SONG ON THE

            POPES VISIT TO

                  IRELAND

You sons of the old Erin I hope you'l assemble .
I pray dend an ear to my sweet loveing them
One night on my pillow as I lay a sleeping,
Popepius the ninth apcar'd in my dream

He sayes arise iron these elonds of distruction ,
That afflicted poor Erin these many long years
For your religion you sufferd perention & slander
But for the future brave boys do not fear,

There is hundreds to meet sure thousands do love him
And milions will meet him when he comes on shore,
We'll meet him with honour & such a procession,
The like was never seen in old Erin before.

On the shore we will stand till the Pope he will land
Our Holy devine we long for to see,
Our bonds they will play with real & devotion.
To welcome our Pontive to old Erin the green,

Brave Daniel O'connel the Lord may receive ones,
His body's embalm'd & his soul is gone home,
To join with the Angels & the Blessed Virgin,
To sing Halelulia at the Heavenly Throne,

If he was alive he would welcome the Pope,
And these are the words I'm sure he would say.
On cademeliafaltha Popepins your welcome,
To raise up the shamrock in sweet Erin the green.

On the 12th of July is the day he is landing,
The Sons of saint Patrick their spirits will rejoice,
To see all our banners & green flags a flying,
Oh where is the hero would not raise his voice.

So now to conclude & to finish my ditty.
We will think on the days our fore Fathers seen,
Brave Daniel O'Connel he was the defender ,
And the true faithful champion of Erin the green,

She Rau will Brat through the Clouds of distruction.
The rights of religion we'll always mintain .
we'll join with all our Cloray & mind their direction ,
And away with all rancus from Erin the green,

   P,Brereton, Printer ,1,Lr,Exchange, St.Dublin