But the maiden soon found
She must drag him right round,
For he could not his steps at all guide.
While his arms stuck out still,
Like the sails of a mill—
How young Flanagan laughed till he cried!
And called out, "Take care, Tom, what sweet words you are saying;
For the breach of a promise you'll not like the paying."
"What are breaches of promise?" said Donoghue laughing,