'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