AN GAODHAL.
571
THE SHAN VAN VOCT.
(From THE TUAM NEWS)
Ho! the landlord’s power is done
Says the Shan Van Vocht,
No more we'll fear his frown,
Says the Shan Van Vocht,
Nor his fierce malicious glare,
Nor his dark and sullen stare,—
For his worst we now can dare,
Says the Shan Van Vocht.
They say now he’s on the road
Says the Sean Bhean Bhocht,
That is very snort and broad,
Says the Sean Bhean Bhocht,
Where his footing he must pay
Where he cannot lead astray,
For 'tis Davitt shows the way,
Says the Sean Bhean Bhoct.
Then what will become of him ?
Says the Sean Bhean Bhocht.
Then what will become of him ?
Says the Sean Bhean Bhocht.
O! the bloody, lazy Turk.
Let him strip and go to work,
With his shovel, spade and fork,
Says the Sean Bhean Bhocht,
Then I fear 'tis little pay,
Says the Sean Bhean Bhocht,
He will earn any day,
Says the Sean Bhean Bhocht,
How hard will be his lot,
When he looks into his pot,
And sees what he has got.
Says the Sean Bhean Bhocht.
But hasn't he Goddard and his crew,
Says the Sean Bhean Bhocht,
But hasn't he Goddard and his crew ?
Says the Sean Bhean Bhocht,
Yes he had these boys before,
But they made his heart unite sore,
He showed them all the door,
Says the Sean Bhean Bhocht
Ah! 'tis little that he thought,
Says the Sean Bhean Bhocht,
When poor tenants he had brought,
Says the Sean Bhean Bhocht,
To the depths of misery,
To extremes of poverty.
Or sent beyond the sea,
Says the Sean Bhean Bocht,
That phoenix-like they'd rise,
Says the Sean Bhean Bhocht.
That phoenix-like they'd rise,
Says the Sean Bhean Bhocht.
His tyranny to brave,
From far beyond the wave,
Or from their ashes in the grave,
Says the Sean Bhean Bhocht.
Then let us be up and doing,
Says the Sean Bhean Bhocht,
Then let us be up and doing,
Says the Sean Bhean Bhocht,
Let us be freemen once again,
Over valley, hill and plain,
Till we break each servile chain,
Says the Sean Bhean Bhocht.
And have freedom's flag unfurled,
Says the Sean Bhean Bhocht,
From each quarter of the world,
Says the Sean Bhean Bhocht,
Where e'er the Gael does roam —
Where e'er he has his home,
On mountain, vale or foam,
Says the Sean Bhean Bhoct.
To uphold our country's cause,
Says the Sean Bhean Bhocht,
For just and righteous laws,
Says the Sean Bhean Bhoct,
For homes and altars free,
We must strike for liberty,
And be one in unity,
Says the Sean Bhean Bhocht.
Then let us drink to those,
Says the Sean Bhean Bhocht,
Who now oppose our foes,
Says the Sean Bhean Bhocht,
Parnell and his band,
Who's made the last great stand,
To free our dear old land.
Says the Sean Bhean Bhocht,
WILLIAM BURNS.
Ballyturn, Gort, Feb, 1886.
EDITORIAL SALARIES — Col. McClure and Mr. Mc-
Laughlin of the Phila. Times, get $12,000. Mr.
Dana, of the New York Sun. Mr. Reed of the
Tribune, and Mr. Curtis, of Harpers Weekly, get
a salary of $10,000 a year. Mr. Dana gets also a
percentage of the profits. — Wilks arre Record:
