Let England's old womanhood tremble no more, āàLet the Peelites securely dine, breakfast, and lunch; Though O'Connell makes burning harangues by the score, āàStill he can't, or he will not, cut capers like Punch! Though the wrongs of the people in number exceed āàThe potatoes that Irishmen saltlessly munch, Let the cock-a-hoop Tories ne'er stop to take heed, āàFor-O'Connell's not half such a grinner as Punch! There were mighty strange things done by Merlin of yore, āàAnd queer tales are narrated of old Mother Bunch; But a wonder like this was ne'er heard of before, āàThat injustice shall rule, since-O'Connell's not Punch! And thou, Ireland, who stoodest so straight t'other day, āàThou stoopest anew like a man with a hunch, Since the ass of the Herald came out with his bray, āàThat-in short that O'Connell's no puppet, like Punch! Oh! there's only one chance that can save us from wreck, āàAnd help Dan to get rid of his foes in a bunch- That the puppet may break, by good fortune, his neck, āàAs the showman some night makes a tumbler of Punch! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE SEA LOVER by SARA TEASDALE TO THE FRINGED GENTIAN by WILLIAM CULLEN BRYANT VALENTINES TO MY MOTHER: 1880 by CHRISTINA GEORGINA ROSSETTI THE WINDOW; OR, THE SONG OF THE WRENS: THE LETTER by ALFRED TENNYSON THE COLD WAVE OF 32 B.C. by FRANKLIN PIERCE ADAMS SONNET: POOR LISA by LOUISA SARAH BEVINGTON THE LOVE SONNETS OF PROTEUS: 24, ASKING FOR HER HEART (2) by WILFRID SCAWEN BLUNT |