The Irish Heart.

THE IRISH-HEART.

THE Scotchman is canny, his virtues are many,
John Bull has in greatness his part;
But for warmth of affection, in the nation’s election,
Stands foremost the kind Irish-heart.

From the north to the south, from the east to the west,
Wherever his footsteps sojourn,
Just do him a favor, he ‘ll prize it forever,
And give you a score in return.

While others are ranging, and often are changing,
And thus stumble into the lurch,
His faith is unflinching, the years only clinching
The stronger his love of his church.

By nature so frisky, if he’d leave but his whiskey,
And trust to his own hearty mirth,
Of all the good fellows on life’s stormy billows,
He would rival the nations of earth.