The Cup Of Ireland's Misery Has Been

Mr Speaker, I Smell A Rat; I See Him Forming In The Air And Darkening The Sky; But I Will Nip Him In The Bud.

All Along The Untrodden Paths Of The Future, I Can See The Footprints Of An Unseen Hand.

A Man Could Not Be In Two Places At The Same Time Unless He Were A Bird.

The Cup Of Ireland's Misery Has Been Overflowing For Centuries And Is Not Yet Half Full.

There Is No Levitical Decree Between Nations, And On This Occasion I Can See Neither Sin Nor Shame In Marrying Our Own Sister.