The drinks were prepared by Mrs. Dormer with even more than her usual dexterity. Then the uncanny fiddler vacated his barrel-head, McKenna assumed his place, hat on head, arms akimbo, and, without any accompaniment, gave the following ballad: “Pat Dolan, it’s my Christian name, Yes, an’ my surname too, sir; An’ oft you’ve listened to me sthrane, I’ll tell you somethin’ new, sir! In Cavan-town, where we sat down, Our Irish hearts to inspire, There’s bould recruits an’ undaunted yout’s, An’ they’r led by Mollie Maguire! CHORUS. “With my riggadum du, an’ to h—l wid the crew Wouldn’t help to free our nation; When I look back, I count ’em slack, Wouldn’t join our combination! “Said Mollie to her darlin’ sons, ‘What tyrant shall we tumble? That filthy tribe we can’t abide, They rob both meek and humble; There is one Bell, a child of h—l, An’ a Magistrate in station, Let lots be drew an’ see which av you Will tumble him to damnation!’ —CHORUS. “The lot’s now cast, the sentence passed, I scorn to tell a lie, sir! I got my chance, it wur no blank; I wur glad to win the prize, sir! To swate Bill Cooney’s I did repair, To meet the parson, Bell, sir! At his brain I took me aim, Sayin’ ‘Come down, ye fin’ o’ h—l, sir!’ —CHORUS. “Those Orangemen, they gathered then, An’ swore they’d kill us all, sir! For their frien’ Bell, who lately fell, An’ got a terrible fall, sir! But Mollie’s sons, wid swords an’ guns, Wid pikes—pitchforks—glancin’, Those bould recruits an’ undaunted yout’s, Stepped into the field just prancin’. —CHORUS. “Those Orangemen, they all stood then, To fight they thought it a folly; They’d rather run an’ save their lives, An’ leave the field to Mollie! Altho’ I’m in a foreign land, From the cause I’ll ne’er retire, May heaven smile on every chil’ That belongs to Mollie Maguire! —CHORUS. “One night as I lay upon me bed, I heard a terrible rattle; Who wor it but Bell, come back from h—l, To fight another battle! Then at his brain I took me aim— He vanished off in fire— An’ as he went the air he rent Sayin’, ‘I’m conquered by Mollie Maguire!’ —CHORUS. “Now I’m in America, An’ that’s a free nation! I generally sit an’ take my sip Far from a police station! Four dollars a day—its not bad pay— An’ the boss he likes me well, sir! But little he knows that I’m the man That shot that fin’ o’ h—l, sir! CHORUS. “Wid me riggadum du—an’ to h—l wid the crew Wouldn’t fight to free our nation, When I look back I count ’em slack Wouldn’t join our combination!”