Solitude Is Very Sad, Too Much Company

Yet Dearer Still That Irish Hill Than All The World Beside; It's Home, Sweet Home, Where'er I Roam, Through Lands And Waterswide.

Solitude Is Very Sad, Too Much Company Twice As Bad.

Oh, Bring Again My Heart's Content, Thou Spirit Of The Summer-time!

Sin We Have Explain'd Away; Unluckily, The Sinners Stay.

History Of Ireland--lawlessness And Turbulency, Robbery And Oppression, Hatred And Revenge, Blind Selfishness Everywhere--no Principle, No Heroism. What Can Be Done With It?