Bridget Makes Split Pea Soup
(Written for Lieutenant and Mrs. Arthur Crenshaw, U. S. N.)
"Bridget," asked the mistress, "whatever is the matter,
Nothing ready for our Lunch excepting pancake batter?
Why, I invited guests to come for lunch at half past one
And they've been waiting all this time and yet there's nothing done."
"Well, mum," replied Miss Bridget, "the fault is all your own,
For split pea soup you ordered and workin' here alone,
It's took me most two hours while tryin' just to split
Three hundred of these blarsted peas, which give me most a fit,
And as there's still three hundred, 'twill take two hours more
To split the pesky little things, shure as me name's MAHORE!"
