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Show THE IRISH NATIONAL BIRD. God luol? te the Eagle, America's bird. That stands for the land o' the free! Faix, I'm not the wan to be sayin' a word That'd ruffle Its feathers, Not me! I'm proud u' the bird, as I'm preud w' the land, ' An' glad to be under its wing. But there is another bird alquilly grand Wht)se praises I'm wishful to sing, Now, let ye not pucker your face wid a smile, 'Tis soberest truth that we've got A national bird in the Emerald Isle That's aisily king o' the lot. Aye! "national bird." He is certainly that, Though other may claim him at times. He's busiest most wid the fortunes of Pat At home, an' in far away climes. An' faix. 'tis the Irish that loves him the best An' welcome his favors the most; The man net true Irish that has him for guest Widout feelin' proud to be host. He seeks out the Irish regardless of place At home or abroad in New York So here's to the National Bird of the Race! Here's "hip, hip. hurrah!" for the stork! T. A. Daly, in the Catholic Standard Stand-ard and Times. |