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"And Ireland, like a bastinadoed elephant, kneeling to receive the paltry rider. " ~Curran.
Ere the daughter of Brunswick is cold in her grave, / And her ashes still float to their home o'er the tide, / Lo! George the triumphant speeds over the wave, / To the long-cherish'd isle which he loved like his - bride!