My name is Pat McDonnell and my age is eighty-four; Belov'd and well-respected
by my neighbors one and all On St. Patrick's day I loved to stray round Lavey and Grouse Hall.
When I was young
I danced and sung and drank good whiskey, too. Each shebeen shop that sold a drop of the real old mountain dew. With
the potheen still on every hill the peelers had no call Round sweet Stradone I am well known, round Lavey and Grouse Hall.
I rambled round from town to town for hackling was my trade, None can deny I think that I an honest living made;
Where e'er I'd stay by night or day the youth would always call To have some crack with Paddy Jack, the hackler from
Grouse Hall.
I think it strange how times have changed so very much of late, Coercion now is all the row and Peelers
on their bate. To take a glass is now, alas, the greatest crime of all Since Balfour placed that hungry beast the
Sergeant of Grouse Hall.
The busy tool of Castle rule he travels night and day, He'll seize a goat just by the
throat for want of better prey; The nasty skunk, he'll swear you're drunk tho' you took none at all There is no peace
about the place since he came to Grouse Hall.
'Twas on pretense of this offense he dragged me off to jail, Alone
to dwell in a cold cell my fate for to bewail. My hoary head on a plank bed, such wrongs for vengeance call He'll
rue the day he dragged away the hackler from Grouse Hall.
He haunts the League just like a plague, and shame for to
relate The priest can't be on Sunday free the Mass to celebrate. It's there he'll kneel encased in steel prepared
on duty's call For to assail and drag to jail our clergy from Grouse Hall.
Down into hell he'd run pell-mell to
hunt for potheen there And won't be loath to swear an oath 'twas found in Killinkere. He'll search your bed from foot
to head, sheets, blankets, tick and all Your wife, undressed, must leave the nest for Jemmy of Grouse Hall.
He
fixed a plan for one poor man who had a handsome wife To take away without delay her liberty and life. He'd swear
quite plain that he's insane and got no sense at all, As he has done of late with one convenient to Grouse Hall.
Thank
God the day's not far away when Home Rule will be seen, And brave Parnell at home will dwell and shine in College Green;
Our policemen will all be then our nation's choice and all, Old Balfour's pack will get the sack and banished from
Grouse Hall.
Let old and young clear out their lungs and sing this little song, Come join with me and let him
see you all resent the wrong. And while I live I'll always give a prayer for his downfall And when I die I don't deny
I'll haunt him from Grouse hall.
|