But outgrew³ that school，

    Would transform the part，

    Fit audience found， but cannot rule

    My fanatic1 heart.

    I sought my betters： though in each

    Fine manners， liberal speech，

    Turn hatred⁵ into sport，

    Nothing said or done can reach

    My fanatic⁴ heart.

    Out of Ireland have we come.

    Great hatred， little room，

    Maimed us at the start.

    I carry from my mother‘s womb

    A fanatic heart.