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 (1737)
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
English Short Title Catalog, T167020
Foxon, I62
Goldsmiths', 7514
Reproduction of original from University of London's Goldsmiths' Library