SONG. THE UNION OF PARTIES, Tune "THE CUDGEL."

Grand Juries those time serving knaves, With arrogant pow'r maintain, That Catholic emancipation We have not a right to obtain. But oh, for a UNION OF PARTIES, A UNION OF PARTIES for me, And when that we are all United, Poor Ireland then will be free.

Arrah Jurymen tho' I'm a Connaughtman, Yet I am sorry to see, Yon tribe of oppressors combining To hinder us all to be free. But oh, &c.

Says the Jurymen, TEADY be easy, I remember the time you were worse; Says TEADY I well do remember, That day was old Ireland's curse. But oh, &c.

I was worse faith, but soon I'll be better, Dear neighbours I'll let you to see; For the faster the Romans are rising, The sooner the country they'll free. But oh, &c.

They said I had a house, and a garden To give me potatoes and bread: But on Michaelmas day, the Landlord He canted them over my head. But oh, &c.

Then from my house and my garden I was forc'd with my family to go; Obliged to travel the nation, In poverty, hardships and woe. But oh, &c.

When we have thrown by our division, Our mis'ry will soon disappear, And the tythers and taxers of mankind, Will shrink with horror and fear. But oh, &c.

No longer the agents of power, Will by our hard labour be fed; And the labouring poor of the nation Will then find plenty of bread. But, oh, for a Union of Parties, A Union of Parties for me; And when that we all are United, Poor Ireland then will be free.