Let me give the words, and, Bob, if you could manage the 'Protestant Boys,' rather than 'Croppies lie Down,' it would suit it; and, indeed, it would be well if the whole congregation joined us in it.

I shall give the words--let me see, long measure, eight lines, four nines, and four six-sixes;-- "'There's nought but care on every hand, In every hour that passes, oh, What signifies the life o' man, An' 'twere not for the lasses, oh." eh, let me see--am I right ?' "'Right,' they shouted, 'never were half so right, Solomon.

We'll join you to a man,' and accordingly, with one voice, they gave the stanza at the top of their voices, little Bob leading them, to the air of 'Croppies lie Down,' in a style that was perfectly irresistible.
"Thus ended a night in an Orange Lodge, but not so out of it.

Those who had to go any distance, were armed, and the consequence was, that when they got into the street, they commenced their usual courses: shots were fired in every direction, offensive songs were sung--any money for the face of a Papist--to hell with the Pope--Ram down Catholics, and so on.

At length, by degrees these all ceased, the streets gradually grew quiet, then still, and another night closed upon the habits of a class of men, who, in the wantonness of their power, scarcely knew what they did.
"Having witnessed the scene just described--a scene that accounted very clearly for at least one important phase of Irish life--I deemed it full time to go to bed, this being the inn in which I stop.