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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=538734" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Battle Of Limerick</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Ye Genii of the nation,<br>Who look with veneration.<br>And Ireland's desolation onsaysingly deplore;<br>Ye sons of General Jackson,<br>Who thrample on the Saxon,<br>Attend to the thransaction upon Shannon shore,</div><div style="margin:10px 0">When William, Duke of Schumbug,<br>A tyrant and a humbug,<br>With cannon and with thunder on our city bore,<br>Our fortitude and valiance<br>Insthructed his battalions<br>To respict the galliant Irish upon Shannon shore.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Since that capitulation,<br>No city in this nation<br>So grand a reputation could boast before,<br>As Limerick prodigious,<br>That stands with quays and bridges,<br>And the ships up to the windies of the Shannon shore.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">A chief of ancient line,<br>'Tis William Smith O'Brine<br>Reprisints this darling Limerick, this ten years or more:<br>O the Saxons can't endure<br>To see him on the flure,<br>And thrimble at the Cicero from Shannon shore!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">This valliant son of Mars<br>Had been to visit Par's,<br>That land of Revolution, that grows the tricolor;<br>And to welcome his returrn<br>From pilgrimages furren,<br>We invited him to tay on the Shannon shore.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Then we summoned to our board<br>Young Meagher of the sword:<br>'Tis he will sheathe that battle-axe in Saxon gore;<br>And Mitchil of Belfast<br>We bade to our repast,<br>To dthrink a dish of coffee on the Shannon shore.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Convaniently to hould<br>These patriots so bould,<br>We tuck the opportunity of Tim Doolan's store;<br>And with ornamints and banners<br>(As becomes gintale good manners)<br>We made the loveliest tay-room upon Shannon shore.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'Twould binifit your sowls,<br>To see the butthered rowls,<br>The sugar-tongs and sangwidges and craim galyore,<br>And the muffins and the crumpets,<br>And the band of hearts and thrumpets,<br>To celebrate the sworry upon Shannon shore.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Sure the Imperor of Bohay<br>Would be proud to dthrink the tay<br>That Misthress Biddy Rooney for O'Brine did pour;<br>And, since the days of Strongbow,<br>There never was such Congo—<br>Mitchil dthrank six quarts of it—by Shannon shore.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">But Clarndon and Corry<br>Connellan beheld this sworry<br>With rage and imulation in their black hearts' core;<br>And they hired a gang of ruffins<br>To interrupt the muffins,<br>And the fragrance of the Congo on the Shannon shore.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">When full of tay and cake,<br>O'Brine began to spake;<br>But juice a one could hear him, for a sudden roar<br>Of a ragamuffin rout<br>Began to yell and shout,<br>And frighten the propriety of Shannon shore.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">As Smith O'Brine harangued,<br>They batthered and they banged:<br>Tim Doolan's doors and windies down they tore;<br>They smashed the lovely windies<br>(Hung with muslin from the Indies),<br>Purshuing of their shindies upon Shannon shore.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">With throwing of brickbats,<br>Drowned puppies and dead rats,<br>These ruffin democrats themselves did lower;<br>Tin kettles, rotten eggs,<br>Cabbage-stalks, and wooden legs,<br>They flung among the patriots of Shannon shore.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">O the girls began to scrame<br>And upset the milk and crame;<br>And the honorable gintlemin, they cursed and swore:<br>And Mitchil of Belfast,<br>'Twas he that looked aghast,<br>When they roasted him in effigy by Shannon shore.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">O the lovely tay was spilt<br>On that day of Ireland's guilt;<br>Says Jack Mitchil, 'I am kilt! Boys, where's the back door?<br>'Tis a national disgrace:<br>Let me go and veil me face;'<br>And he boulted with quick pace from the Shannon shore.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'Cut down the bloody horde!'<br>Says Meagher of the sword,<br>'This conduct would disgrace any blackamore;'<br>But the best use Tommy made<br>Of his famous battle blade<br>Was to cut his own stick from the Shannon shore.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Immortal Smith O'Brine<br>Was raging like a line;<br>'Twould have done your sowl good to have heard him roar;<br>In his glory he arose,<br>And he rushed upon his foes,<br>But they hit him on the nose by the Shannon shore.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Then the Futt and the Dthragoons<br>In squadthrons and platoons,<br>With their music playing chunes, down upon us bore;<br>And they bate the rattatoo,<br>But the Peelers came in view,<br>And ended the shaloo on the Shannon shore.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=William+Makepeace+Thackeray">William Makepeace Thackeray</a><div class=q>
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Who look with veneration.
And Ireland's desolation onsaysingly deplore;
Ye sons of General Jackson,
Who thrample on the Saxon,
Attend to the thransaction upon Shannon shore,

When William, Duke of Schumbug,
A tyrant and a h..."></div>
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