Ireland's mourning flagg, Hibernia a droops her flag now waves in air, and mussted bells do tone her fix'd dispair, while great ones live triumphant in her ruin, and loudly joy in iernas ruin farewel poor nation s--t begins to faint, nor strikes his pen, nor ever will he paint the blackned villains and the nations curse, full burning sun we never can be worse. Could they deprive us of that glotious light.
| Format | Electronic and Book |
| Publication Info | Dublin : [publisher not identified], Printed in the year 1737. |
| Description | 1 sheet ; 1/2⁰. |
| Supplemental Content | Full text online |
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| General note | A short poem - "Hibernia droops her flag now waves in air" - followed by a prose passage headed "Some queries occation'd [sic] by the lowering of the gold coin". |
| General note | Reproduction of original from University of London's Goldsmiths' Library. |
| References | Foxon, I62 |
| References | Goldsmiths', 7514 |
| References | English Short Title Catalog, T167020. |
| Reproduction note | Electronic reproduction. Farmington Hills, Mich. : Cengage Gale, 2009. Available via the World Wide Web. Access limited by licensing agreements. |
| Genre/form | Single sheet verse. |
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