Beneath this casket rots unknown + 

A Thing that merits not a stone, + 

Save that by passing urchin cast; + 

Whose fame and virtues we express + 

By transient urn of emptiness, + 

With apt inscription (to its past + 

Relating⁠—and to his): “Prime Mess.” + 

No honour had this infidel, + 

That doth not appertain, as well, + 

To haltered caitiff on the drop; + 

No wit that would not likewise pass + 

For wisdom in the famished ass + 

Who breaks his neck a weed to crop, + 

When tethered in the luscious grass. + 

And now, thank God, his hateful name + 

Shall never rescued be from shame, + 

Though seas of venal ink be shed; + 

No sophistry shall reconcile + 

With sympathy for Erin’s Isle, + 

Or sorrow for her patriot dead, + 

The weeping of this crocodile. + 

Life’s incongruity is past, + 

And dirt to dirt is seen at last, + 

The worm of worm afoul doth fall. + 

The sexton tolls his solemn bell + 

For scoundrel dead and gone to⁠—well, + 

It matters not, it can’t recall + 

This convict from his final cell. + 