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The Anti-Jacobin
BALLYNAHINCH
A New Song said to be in great vogue among the Loyal
Troops in the North of Ireland. It is attributed {as our
Correspondent in johns us) to a Fifer in the Drumballyroney
Volunteers.
A certain great statesman, whom all of us know,
In a certain assembly, no long while ago,
Declared from this maxim he never would flinch,
'That no town was so Loyal as Ballynahinch.'
The great Statesman, it seems had perus'd all their
faces
And been mightily struck with their loyal grimaces;
While each townsman had sung, like a throstle or finch,
'We are all of us loyal at Ballynahinch.'
The great Statesman return'd to his speeches and
readings,
And the Ballynahinchers resum'd their proceedings;
They had most of them sworn ' We'll be true to the Frinch,'
So Loyal a town was this Ballynahinch!
Determind their landlord's fine words to make good,
They hid Pikes in his haggard, cut Staves in his wood;
And attaek'd the King's troops—-the assertion to clinch,
That no town was so Loyal as Ballynahinch.
O! had we but trusted the Rebel's professions,
Met their cannon with smiles, and their pikes with
concessions:
Tho' they still took an ell, when we gave them an inch,
They would all have been Loyal—like Ballynahinch.
GEORGE CANNING
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