Air--An Cota Caol. I. His Kiss Is Sweet, His Word Is Kind, His Love Is Rich To Me; I Could Not In A Palace Find A Truer Heart Than He. The Eagle Shelters Not His Nest From Hurricane And Hail, More Bravely Than He Guards My Breast-- The Boatman Of Kinsale. Ii. The Wind That Round The Fastnet Sweeps Is Not A Whit More Pure-- The Goat That Down Cnoc Sheehy Leaps Has Not A Foot More Sure. No Firmer Hand Nor Freer Eye E'Er Faced An Autumn Gale-- De Courcy'S Heart Is Not So High-- The Boatman Of Kinsale. Iii. The Brawling Squires May Heed Him Not, The Dainty Stranger Sneer-- But Who Will Dare To Hurt Our Cot When Myles O'Hea Is Here? The Scarlet Soldiers Pass Along; They'd Like, But Fear To Rail; His Blood Is Hot, His Blow Is Strong-- The Boatman Of Kinsale. Iv. His Hooker'S In The Scilly Van When Seines Are In The Foam; But Money Never Made The Man, Nor Wealth A Happy Home. So, Blest With Love And Liberty, While He Can Trim A Sail, He'll Trust In God, And Cling To Me-- The Boatman Of Kinsale.