The Irish Question

I hope the Irish fight abates—
But I love the poems of W. B. Yeats.

Perhaps the Irish are deservin'—
But I know I'm keen on St. John Ervine.

England may bow to Ireland's will—
Hooray for the books of Pat MacGill!

Of politics I know no thing—
But I know the magic of J. M. Synge.

Perhaps the English deal was raw—
But I'm for the works of G. B. Shaw.

It's sad I am for Dublin's grievin's—
But yip! for the things of Jamesy Stephens!
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