If you're his guest, while e'er you stay, his cottage holds a jubilee, his inmost soul he will unlock, And if he may your secrets scan, your confidence he scorns to mock, For faithful is an Irishman. Sadie Maria Long Strarodden, Gleneely. Songs obtained from - George McCandles, Gleneely.An Dothra BheagLines written on witnessing the remains of an Irish emigrant consigned to the deep. The foaming waves, the exiles grave No burial rites beseeming: Nor book, nor bell, nor shroud, nor shell, Nor eyes of sorrow streaming! As o'er the side, the planks doth slide The corpse is seen descending. The hammock round the body wound, His comrades o'er it bending. And one short prayer is uttered there,An Dothra BheagPatrick Hargan