'Tis a subject, perchance, in which he's interested.
So once more his gaze pierced the keyhole right through,
Where he had of the table an excellent view.
"How are you, my angel? Much pleasure it gives
Me to see you! For your sake alone Murphy lives.
Though your beautiful charms all his brains are fast stealing,
And his heart it would break did you hurt but a feeling.
Will you bless, then, your slave, by accepting of this
Tiny gift of affection—a sweet wholesome kiss?
For, believe me, no onion I've tasted to-day,