For he could milk cows, and was once known to try
To milk the old sow, but, alas! found her dry,
So left her in future at rest in her sty.
For birds' nests Pat climbed up the tallest of trees—
The greater the danger the more it would please.
A stranger to fear as to sorrow was he,
For nothing delighted his heart like a spree;
And often, and dearly, his neighbours had rued
The spirits of fun which young Patrick pursued.
Then in racing he'd beat all competitors hollow,