The Irish republic. [volume] (Chicago, Ill.) 1867-18??, 1867-05-11
ANSWERS TO CORRESPONDENTS.


request that should publish it, written hear
ing Bhop Morary curng the who but carrying
to-day what many of the people, and priests of the past
died to accomplish Our correspondent thinks it strange if
hell is not hot enough eternity long enough to punish
the miscreants" who would upset the benign blessed
British Constitution and raise up Irish Republic in its
stead tn Bishop of old Sained for blessing and sup
porting the Banner of his Country when it unued against
the power of this blessed" British Constitution That
thing bothers ourselves, me-boy" Either the
that Father Murphy blessed with his blood and which all
fathers died support holy Either the people
or the priests have changed and believe the
the old trail which ONeill and Sarsed Emmett
offered up their lives Then the priests that have
changed There again must be wrong-we then if neither
the the people the priests have changed it
be the times Oh prophetic SOUL the times Let blame
the times for altering and knocking things joint that
when the green banner of Ireland, with the of mar
tyred priests and people, is hosted the sum- Catholic
Bishop and Irishman is outraged by such improperly
that hell not hot enough eternity long enough punish
the rascals. Bad times for Ireland, say we
Well to return correspondent have to inform him
that there be something the hot air of the hills of the
old Kingdom of Kerry that allows neither medium
ration. AS far Dr. Moarty DOM correspondent
has gone upwardsexemes meeting elsewhere We
the Church all admirers of the British Constitution and
that under many of heavenly black beats true
Irish rebel hearts, and that when takes place which
bears the impress of its front you'll have Irish
priests to bless your banners and left head focks
like the of DID, Bishop Morart unbecoming language
for correspondents violent adectves though
a Bishop the Church allows his passions away with
him. can't find fault with poor layman for dragging his
poetcal coat tail before his reverence
Now and Then.
You've heard of the old Fagari
In Wexford and sweet Tpperary O.;
How they bother and bate
Every Sassenagh pate,
Och our fathers mighty CONTRARY O.
When banners were flying galy o,
And battles fighting daily O
And the Sassenaghs run,
Ev'ry of gum
From the boys with the pixies in ShIelah o.
Oh had you but lived in those times, DEAR
When country and cross were high crimes, dear,
When your church the rock,
And your safety the flock
And the wild mountain winds your Chimes dear
Where would you have been, Moriarty o,
With the Irish, or English, party OF
TITS my honest belief
That you'd soon be chief
Mong the rebels you hearty O.
When the beages fercely yelling, DEAR
And the red tongues from cottage roofs telling, dear,
That the club and the pack
Were the priests track
And had ravshed and fired your poor dwelling, dear
If skuking in ditch or in dyke, me dear,
The Saxon had caught you, tits like, me DEAR
That your sleek-fated pate
Ger some high city gate
Would be grnnng on top of pike, me dear.
The Saxon has grown rather wise since then
Found where the priests wakness lies, since then
IT'S to whistle his pack
Off the Cargymans track
This thing has opened our eyes, since then)
And set them upon the red trail, me boys,
Of the PEOPLE thro' green Innsfail me boys,
And hunt the base slaves
To the prisons and graves