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There's No Place Like Home

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The Schools’ Collection, Volume 0263, Page 139

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There's no Place like Home
It was the month of November, 1921.
When I tabled my best opposition
With a rusty old pen I scribbled on
Proclaiming the death of Partition

High on the gibbet Ulster was chained
Its place hunting butchers wearing a smile
In the broad light of day it was maimed
And laughed off the Emerald Isle.
The deed executed you as boss maimer shouted
We have a Parliament now of our own
Then a wild exotic you never doubted
Partition would smash Ulster's backbone.
One of the maimers being a sensible man
When empowered to his brother, a youth,
He knew it "Partition was only a sham,"
Capt. Craig rung up the curtain of truth.
Deep in Lloyd Georgian fie you delved,
A few days ago its opponents were known,
By twenty six counties Partition is shelved
On the winds of disaster its thrown.
Partitionists are like a dog in the manger
In a corner tied up head neck and heels,

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Informant
Patrick (Senior) Dayer
Gender
male
Age
65
Occupation
farmer
Address
Ballyglass (Mahon), Co. Galway
Language
English