“The stag at eve had drunk his fill, Where danced the moon on Monan’s rill, And deep his midnight lair had made In lone Glenartney’s hazel shade.” are, by Colman, rendered thus:―― “The Pig, at eve, was lank, and faint, Where Patrick is the Patron Saint, And with his peasant Lord, unfed, Went, grunting, to their common bed: But when black night her sables threw Athwart the slough of Ballyloo, The deep-mouth’d thunder’s angry roar Re-bellow’d on the Ulster shore, And hailstones pelted, mighty big, The Towers of Castle Blarneygig. * * * * * And all the Vassals’ senses lay Drown’d in the whisky of the day. Still raged the storm!――still, records run, All slept in Blarneygig, save one, Lord of the Castle, and Domain, Sir Tooleywhagg O’Shaughnashane.” In Canto II. of _The Lady of the Lake_ occurs the celebrated and often quoted BOAT SONG. Hail to the Chief who in triumph advances! Honour’d and bless’d be the ever-green Pine! Long may the tree, in his banner that glances, Flourish, the shelter and grace of our line! Heaven send it happy dew, Earth lend it sap anew, Gaily to bourgeon, and broadly to grow, While every Highland glen Sends our shout back agen, “Roderigh Vich Alpine dhu, ho! ieroe!” * * * * * Row, vassals, row, for the pride of the Highlands, Stretch to your oars for the ever-green Pine! O that the rose-bud that graces yon islands Were wreathed in a garland around him to twine! O that some seedling gem, Worthy such noble stem, Honour’d and bless’d in their shadow might grow! Loud should Clan-Alpine then Ring from the deepmost glen, “Roderigh Vich Alpine dhu, ho! ieroe!” In Colman’s version the Lord of Castle Blarneygig is the hero of the song:―― “Soon did the deep Cream Crutin twang, And, thus, as loud the chorus rang, The Vassals, at the Banquet, sang.” BANQUET SONG.[40] Hail our Chief! now he’s wet through with whiskey; Long life to the Lady come from the salt seas! Strike up, blind harpers! skip high to be frisky! For what is so gay as a bag-full of fleas? Crest of O’Shaughnashane!―― That’s a Potato, plain,―― Long may your root every Irishman know! Pats long have stuck to it, Long bid good luck to it; Whack for O’Shaughnashane! Tooleywhagg, ho!