Lysaght, Edward. "Grattan and Freedom." Poems, by the Late Edward Lysaght Esq., Barrister at Law. Dublin: Gilbert and Hodges, 1811. 11-15.
GRATTAN AND FREEDOM
Since the Union, poor Dublin lay dozed,
Oppressed with dismay and dejection,--
Till Patricks kind voice interposed,
Saying, "Hasten to Grattans election!"
Be advised by our tutelar saint;
Vile bigots and knaves, never heed em;
Corruptions grown hopeless and faint
At the mention of Grattan and Freedom!
Some minions, (vile bigotrys tools)
Who have got selfish hearts and dull sconces,
Would to parliament send solemn fools
Fit to represent blockheads and dunces.
Their legible characters base,
Theres none of us all but can read em;
Dull knaverys stampt on each face
That vilifies Grattan and Freedom.
You Merchants, a liberal train,
(Some few, very few, are ungrateful)
Remember who struck off the chain
From your trade, so oppressive and hateful.
More blessings from Erin he sought,
Till destiny hence had decreed em;
To all public virtue forgot,
Shall we traffic our Grattan and Freedom?
The Lawyers the libel refute
Of Junius, who says theyre contracted,
And zealously favour his suit
By whom such good laws were enacted.
For Grattan has studied our rights--
No advocate like him can plead em;
Each sound-hearted lawyer delights
To bustle for Grattan and Freedom.
Distinguishd by honors true pride,
Physicians, at libertys station,
Will vote for the man who applied
Much balm to the wounds of our nation.;
The children of Erin hed heal,
While others would blister and bleed em;
(The facultys pulse let me feel;)
Oh! its beating for Grattan and Freedom!
Honest Crispins will serve him with pleasure,
For hell prove a good soul to the last, sir;
Worthy Tailors are sure every measure
Hell take, will be good as the past, sir.
The Gardners and Seedsmen revile
Rank knaves, and from Erin theyd weed em;
They say, "To protect our green isle
"From a blight, give us Grattan and Freedom."
The Barbers their votes are bestowing
On Grattan, the man to a hair, sir,
Whod keep Erins welfare a growing,
While others would shave it quite bare, sir;
They rail at the thick muddy bloods
Of blockheads, and say, "We dont need em;
"Our country theyd leave in the suds,
"So our poll is for Grattan and Freedom."
For serving their trade in our isle,
The Brewers his cause will maintain, sir;
They know (tho a man without guile)
Hes clever, and honest in grain, sir:
As clear and as sound as brown-stout,
With froth he disdains to mislead em:
Drink the king;then the tankard about;--
To Erin, to Grattan and Freedom!
The Bricklayers, manly and true,
Acknowledge with grateful effusion,
That Grattan, in famed Eighty-two,
Erected a fine constitution:
Tho all this free-mason did build
Some slaves have pulled down, (dl speed em,)
The brothers of this worthy guild
Are cemented with Grattan and Freedom.
The Hosiers and Hatters assert
Hes right from the heel to the crown, sir;
The people hell never desert,
Nor let just prerogative down, sir.
Each Butcher, thats honest, disdains
All hirelings, and wonders whod breed em;--
"Whod choose a calfs-head without brains?
"On your marrow-bones drink Hal. and Freedom!
And all the industrious neighbours,
Whatever their callings may be, sir,
Should side with the man whose lifes labours
Would make us all happy and free, sir.
Bless the king!At his word of command
Well hazard our lives, should he need em,
For the rights and delights of our land.--
For Erin, and Grattan and Freedom!