Irish, Irish taking jobs
single-mothered Papist mob
how far must New York go awry
to learn your race need not apply?
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Paddy, you're going to Irish Hell
where all the other Irish dwell
ask the devil as to why:
"in Hell No Irish Need Apply.
Their blighted kind is drunk and shady
and every Ryan, Duff, and Brady
sit in the blackest depths of Hades
with nudie mags of bearded ladies."
(who are all, incidentally, Irish)
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Possible titles for anthologies of anti-Irish poetry:
Erin Go Home: An Anthology of Anti-Irish Poetry and Verse
When Irish Eyes are Smiling, Lock Up Your Daughters: Selected Anti-Irish Verse, 1860-1875
The Oxford Anthology of Anti-Irish Poetry
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