Sez She

"Me loyal subjects" sez she,
"Here's me best respect" sez she,
"And I'm proud this day" sez she,
"Of the elegant way" sez she,
"That you gave me the hand" sez she,
"When I come to the land" sez she,
"There was some people said" sez she,
"They were greatly in dread" sez she,
"I'd be murdered or shot" sez she,
As like as not, sez she,
But it's mighty clear, sez she,
That it's not over here, sez she,
That I have cause to fear, sez she,
It's them Belgiums, sez she,
That's throwing the bombs, sez she,
And frightening the life, sez she,
Out of the son and the wife, sez she,
But in these parts, sez she,
They have warm hearts, sez she,
And they all like me well, sez she,
Barring the Honour Parnell, sez she,
I don't know Earl, sez she,
What's come over the girl, sez she,
And that other one, sez she,
That Maude Gonne, sez she,
Dressing in black, sez she,
To welcome me back, sez she,
Now Maude'll write, sez she,
That I'd brought the blight, sez she,
Or changed the season, sez she,
For me own private reason, sez she,
And I think there's a slate off that Willie Yeats, sez she,
He should be at home, sez she,
French polishing his poems, sez she,
Instead of writing letters, sez she,
About his betters, sez she,
And parading me crimes, sez she,
In The Irish Times, sez she,
Ah, but what does it matter, sez she,
All this magpie chatter, sez she,
When I heard the welcoming roar, sez she,
Coming up from the shore, sez she,
Right over the foam, sez she,
Sure it was like coming home, sez she,
And me heart fairly glowed, sez she,
Along the "Rock road", sez she,
And into Butterstown, sez she,
And be Merrion Round, sez she,
Until I come to the ridge, sez she,
Of the Leeson St. Bridge, sez she,
And was greeted in style,
By the beautiful smile,
Of me Lord Mayor Pyle, sez she,
Fate if I'd done right, sez she,
I'd a made him a knight, sez she,
And I need not repeat, sez she,
How they cheered in each street, sez she,
Till I come to them lads, sez she,
Don't you know them undergrads, sez she,
Oh, and indeed and indeed, sez she,
I got many a God Speed, sez she,
But nothing to compare, sez she,
With what I've got here, sez she,
So pass the juge, sez she,
And I'll fill each mug, sez she,
And I'll give you a toast, sez she,
At which you may boast, sez she,
Now I have a power of sons, sez she,
All sort's of one's, sez she,
Some as quiet as cows, sez she,
Some always in rows, sez she,
And the one that causes the most trouble, sez she,
Should the mother loves double, sez she,
So here's to the men, sez she,
That's gone into win, sez she,
That's clearing the way, sez she,
To Pretoria today, sez she,
And the gap of danger, sez she,
There's a Connaught Ranger, sez she,
And a fusilier not far, sez she,
From the heart of the war, sez she,
And they may talk a lot, sez she,
And them foreign baboons, sez she,
May drawn their cartoons, sez she,
But there's one thing they'll never draw, sez she,
And that's the loin's claw, sez she,
For before our flag is furled, sez she,
We'll own the world, sez she.