III

But airth was at pace nixt mornin', an' Hiven in its glory smiled,

As the Holy Mother o' Glory that smiles at her sleepin' child—

Ethen—she stept an the chapel-green, an' she turn'd herself roun'

Wid a diamond dhrop in her eye, for Danny was not to be foun',

An' many's the time that I watch'd her at mass lettin' down the tear,

For the Divil a Danny was there, yet Honour, for forty year.