“ YOU may talk of the land that gave Patrick his fame,
The land of the Ocean and Anglean Name,
With the red blushing roses and shamrock so green,
Far dearer to me are the hills of the north,
The land of blue mountains, the birth-place of worth,
Those bleak hills where freedom has placed her abode,
And those wide spreading glens where no slave ever trode,
Where grows the red heather
And Thistle so green.
Though rich be the soil where blossoms the rose,
And bleak are our mountains, and covered with snows,
Where grows the red heather and Thistle so green ”

“ I pray you desist from what all does abhor.
⁠What tho' the Landholders did pay ten per cent,
If they on the farmers did lay double rent,
Their income was greater than when they paid none,
And all came upon the poor tradesman alone. ”

“ Because he deserted the poor tradesman's cause.
⁠And faulsely reported the minds of the place
Which he represented, to his sad disgrace,
But better I ne'er did expect from the man;
Now I the poor turn-coat no farther will scan,
⁠But leave the poor mortal to bear his disgrace,
In hopes that a better will soon fill his place ”