Come on all you gallant Irishmen attend both one and all;
I hope you pay attention since on you I do call.
It's of a simple eulogy onto a martyr due,
For a Newtownbutler clergyman is always just and true.
A parish priest of no small zeal was forced by law to
and leave his flock and parish and cross the raging sea.
Like Mary's flight to Egypt sure he was forced to go
Through rolling seas and boundless waves where stormy winds do blow.
But civil pardon was obtained all by a worthy man,
Who for every cause of Prudence, right firmly did stand.
May he arise on the last day some happy visions see.
With Father Clarke by his right-hand his advocate to be.
Archbishop John and Fr. Stark could not refrain from
When they learned the sudden exit of one of them so dear.
Some hundreds of our Irishmen marched with him to the quay,
Where the Albert Steamboat there did wait to take him far away.
Her solid engines did their work revolving night and
With Father Clarke on board of her she split the angry spray.
When he arrived back home in Ireland a welcome he received
From the clergy and the laity as you can plainly see.
With ecstasy they greeted him on his returning home,
For they knew he was a pillar in the Holy Church of Rome.
The joy-bells of our chapel harmoniously did sound,
To see him dressed in Christ's blessed robes all in his seamless gown.
The Chalice of Salvation with his blessed hands did
And that spotless Host he left again once more before their eyes.
Your sons of brave Hibernia for ever should be true,
To the Reverend Mr. Thornhill for what he helped to do.
Here's health unto the men who won, and all Crom's
Who bravely fight to make our land a nation once again.
Hurrah for noble Erne who truly backed the cause;
Three cheers for valiant Goodwin, is worthy of applause.
For his Religious Pastor he exercised his skill.
And brought him back unto his flock from far beyond the hills.