Sea to shining ore. To San Antonio, Santa Fe, Monterey. Three brown girls of age stroll by, their color flagrant. Long live the land of plenty. If I could fly from this island of clouds, from this green island of clouds, from this green island of orange men lions, not follow for long months, like cattle or breaking sea on reef.
All exiles are kings' sons, after all.
To Canada, America, Churubusco, Chapultepec. Flight of John Riley. Harp of Erin, a Shamrock, a green field. 16 hanged at San Angel, April 9, 1847. 4 hanged at Mixcoac, April 10.