Grant Poetry: 1880

MUCH MIXED.

Alas! Poor Agnes is Betrayed, and
Dion Proves a Rogue; She Says
He's Read up Meaner Parts
Than His "Arrah
Na Pogue."¹

Parnell Spoke in the Emerald Isle
His Land League to Recruit; But
Hungry Erin Only Gave
Him Groans and Bad
Hen-Fruit.²

Two Ships are Sailing on the Blue,
Sounding with Lead and
Trawl; But the Isthmus
Natives Fear They
Mean to Eat That
Ship Canawl.³

Withdrawl Stiffs, Becoming Old,
Blaine Knows Not How to
Slant⁴; Bit a Brother-in-
Law's Passed in His
Chips⁵—Of Course
That Settles

Grant.

(The Argus, 30 March 1880.)

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