Frank Thorpe Porter, Twenty Years' Recollections of an Irish Police Magistrate
“ He comes out, meets a friend, and for love knocks him down,With his sprig of shillelagh and shamrock so green." I sincerely hope that the "glory" derived from Donnybrook Fair has been for ever quenched, and that future indications of love for a friend will not require to be illustrated by the application of a shillelagh. Some of my readers may not be aware that this designation of a cudgel is derived from a barony named Shillelagh in the County of Wicklow, which has been celebrated for its oak woods from a very remote period. ”
