Lines on the Coercion Bill or Our Queen Great Jubilee.
Also concerning the letter she sent showing her sympathy to the
widows and orphans who lost their friends in the Udston
explosion on May 28 1887
On a summer eve as the sun did set
With its bright and golden rays
I took my seat out at the door
To breathe the evening breeze.
With a paper in my hand
The time to pass away
To see its contents I thus began
The latest of the day
As the columns [on] was passing o'er
It surprised me for to see
It nearly all concerned
Our Queens great jubelee
In every town and city
It was held with great esteem
On the street the childern shout
Long reign our grasious Queen
She is a good and noble Queen
The same I will declare
Yet there's one thing she done of late
I don't think just or fair
With pen in hand she signed her name
To that acursed Coercion Bill
Which allows [Balfour] and the landlords
Their malice to fulfill
Was that a recompence for Ireland
And all her sons have done
How they fought and died for England
And to her honours won
Was that love for love I'll ask again
For the men who fought and saved
And marched to death with hearts like steel
And filled a soldiers grave.
Does England mind brave Wellington
On the plains of Waterloo
How he beat the [lion] of his day
The French he did subdue
Britons freedom was that day
depended on his skill
And the [gratitude] is now returned
Is [Balfour] and his bill
England should not forget old Ireland
If she minds the Russian war
When the [bonnaugh rangers] gave a roar
Which shook the Russian Bear
And let them mind brave Nolan
Such a name should never fade
How he marched into the valley of death
With [Cardigans] Bragade
There is another sone of Erin lives
As brave as all the rest
He has proved himself a general
When he was put to the test
Lord Woolsey is this heroes name
He has shown to the world his skill
And for the [Tel(c)el(c)Keiber] charge
We have for the coercion bill
Excuse me for one moment more
A word I wish to say
About that great catastrophy
On the twenty(c)eigth of May
It was in the Udston coal mines
In the year of our Queens great jubilee
Where eighty lives or more were doomed
Unto eternity
Our majesty was vary kind
A letter sure she sent
To console the widows and the orphants
And the parents to content
She seemed to be in sorrow
And great sympathy expressed
Yet not a shilling she sent towards
The [bereaft-ones] in distress
I hope you will excuse me
I may have spoke too wild
Yet the working man must pay for all
Also the orphant child
Tis growing dark the air is chill
I'll fo in and light my pipe
I will try and ahve another subject
For you tomorrow night.
