DeArcy McGee, + 

All compliment thee, + 

The hope of the land + 

On your lecture so grand. + 

Though that is your forte, + 

Oh give us the sport + 

Of an hour of your chat, + 

Then we’ll laugh and grow fat. + 

For none but the vile + 

Could ’ere cease to smile, + 

When near to thee + 

So brilliant and free. + 

Plant of green Erin’s isle, + 

Long in Canadian soil, + 

May you take deep root + 

And bear much noble fruit. + 

Our hopes were in vain, + 

Alas he is slain, + 

By a crankish hand + 

The flower of the land. + 