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There's No Place Like Home

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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,

(leanann ar an chéad leathanach eile)
Faisnéiseoir
Patrick (Senior) Dayer
Inscne
fireann
Aois
65
Gairm bheatha
farmer
Seoladh
An Baile Glas (Mahon), Co. na Gaillimhe
Teanga
Béarla