'Tis lately you thought to find law for our watch But you made the whole business the hell of a botch. 3. In gay Ballybrittain they're building a hall For those who from nonsense to foolishness fall I'll 'rise' a few bob on next Saturday night A jarvey to take you all out of my sight.Donal PowerGlendine, oh lovely calm retreat The seal of a rural peace and bliss Thy bowers are beautiful and sweet When tinged with Summer's repining bliss 2. There beauty wandering wreaths a spell Among the stately wood-crowned heights And o'er gently sloping dellsDonal Power