"I was very much vexed that he tarried so late,
As I feared that for me you might probably wait.
For I know very well, without being told twice,
That when victuals are tepid they're not very nice.
But I now must be gone; he will miss me, I fear;
Though 'twould pleasure me much to await awhile here."
Then young Patrick O'Neal out of pity, or jest,
Took the half of a duck, which with onions was drest,
And to old Peter gave it, unseen by the rest;
Who declared he of boys was undoubted the best.