A Dirge for Ireland

Oh now Paddy dear, and did you hear
The news that’s going round?
A babe, a child, may be forbid
To grow on Irish ground!

Remember Napper Tandy’s lass?
Remember how we smiled?
But now? A cruel law law agin’
A poor unwanted child.

Like that sad country ‘cross the pond,
Some children won’t be born.
Oh pray to God for Ireland
Because today we mourn.