There Is Lasting Kindness In Heaven When

It Is Better To Be Tied To Any Thorny Bush Than To Be With A Cross Man.

It Is What The Poets Of Ireland Used To Be Saying, That Every Brave Man, Good At Fighting, And Every Man That Could Do Great Deeds And Not Be Making Much Talk About Them, Was Of The Sons Of The Gael; And That Every Skilled Man That Had Music And That Did Enchantments Secretly, Was Of The Tuatha De Danaan.

What The Danes Left In Ireland Were Hens And Weasels. And When The Cock Crows In The Morning, The Country People Will Always Say 'it Is For Denmark They Are Crowing. Crowing They Are To Be Back In Denmark.'

We Would Not Give Up Our Own Country - Ireland - If We Were To Get The Whole World As An Estate, And The Country Of The Young Along With It.

If The Past Year Were Offered Me Again, And Choice Of Good And Ill Before Me Set Would I Accept The Pleasure With The Pain Or Dare To Wish That We Had Never Met?