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By holy zeal inspired and led by fame	A
To thee once favourite isle with joy I came	A
What time the Goth the Vandal and the Hun	B
Had my own native Italy o'errun	B
Ierne to the world's remotest parts	C
Renown'd for valour policy and arts	C
Hither from Colchos with the fleecy ore	D
Jason arrived two thousand years before	D
Thee happy island Pallas call'd her own	B
When haughty Britain was a land unknown	B
From thee with pride the Caledonians trace	E
The glorious founder of their kingly race	E
Thy martial sons whom now they dare despise	F
Did once their land subdue and civilize	F
Their dress their language and the Scottish name	A
Confess the soil from whence the victors came	A
Well may they boast that ancient blood which runs	G
Within their veins who are thy younger sons	G
A conquest and a colony from thee	H
The mother kingdom left her children free	H
From thee no mark of slavery they felt	I
Not so with thee thy base invaders dealt	I
Invited here to vengeful Morrough's aid	J
Those whom they could not conquer they betray'd	J
Britain by thee we fell ungrateful isle	K
Not by thy valour but superior guile	K
Britain with shame confess this land of mine	B
First taught thee human knowledge and divine	B
My prelates and my students sent from hence	L
Made your sons converts both to God and sense	L
Not like the pastors of thy ravenous breed	M
Who come to fleece the flocks and not to feed	M
Wretched Ierne with what grief I see	H
The fatal changes time has made in thee	H
The Christian rites I introduced in vain	B
Lo infidelity return'd again	B
Freedom and virtue in thy sons I found	N
Who now in vice and slavery are drown'd	N
By faith and prayer this crosier in my hand	O
I drove the venom'd serpent from thy land	O
The shepherd in his bower might sleep or sing	P
Nor dread the adder's tooth nor scorpion's sting	P
With omens oft I strove to warn thy swains	H
Omens the types of thy impending chains	H
I sent the magpie from the British soil	Q
With restless beak thy blooming fruit to spoil	Q
To din thine ears with unharmonious clack	R
And haunt thy holy walls in white and black	R
What else are those thou seest in bishop's gear	S
Who crop the nurseries of learning here	T
Aspiring greedy full of senseless prate	O
Devour the church and chatter to the state	O
As you grew more degenerate and base	H
I sent you millions of the croaking race	H
Emblems of insects vile who spread their spawn	B
Through all thy land in armour fur and lawn	B
A nauseous brood that fills your senate walls	H
And in the chambers of your viceroy crawls	H
See where that new devouring vermin runs	H
Sent in my anger from the land of Huns	H
With harpy claws it undermines the ground	O
And sudden spreads a numerous offspring round	O
Th' amphibious tyrant with his ravenous band	O
Drains all thy lakes of fish of fruits thy land	O
Where is the holy well that bore my name	A
Fled to the fountain back from whence it came	A
Fair Freedom's emblem once which smoothly flows	H
And blessings equally on all bestows	H
Here from the neighbouring nursery of arts	H
The students drinking raised their wit and parts	H
Here for an age and more improved their vein	B
Their Phoebus I my spring their Hippocrene	B
Discouraged youths now all their hopes must fail	U
Condemn'd to country cottages and ale	U
To foreign prelates make a slavish court	O
And by their sweat procure a mean support	O
Or for the classics read The Attorney's Guide	O
Collect excise or wait upon the tide	O
Oh had I been apostle to the Swiss	H
Or hardy Scot or any land but this	H
Combined in arms they had their foes defied	O
And kept their liberty or bravely died	O
Thou still with tyrants in succession curst	O
The last invaders trampling on the first	O
Nor fondly hope for some reverse of fate	O
Virtue herself would now return too late	O
Not half thy course of misery is run	B
Thy greatest evils yet are scarce begun	B
Soon shall thy sons the time is just at hand	O
Be all made captives in their native land	O
When for the use of no Hibernian born	B
Shall rise one blade of grass one ear of corn	B
When shells and leather shall for money pass	H
Nor thy oppressing lords afford thee brass	H
But all turn leasers to that mongrel breed	O
Who from thee sprung yet on thy vitals feed	O
Who to yon ravenous isle thy treasures bear	V
And waste in luxury thy harvest there	V
For pride and ignorance a proverb grown	B
The jest of wits and to the court unknown	B
I scorn thy spurious and degenerate line	B
And from this hour my patronage resign	B

Jonathan Swift

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