Cursing their liberal lot,
And Bob's grandiloquent whims;
Deuce in their locker a shot;
Tho' lots, alas! in their limbs!
We hardly know which to do;
Whether to laugh or to cry—
Ton my soul it's true;
What will y ou lay it's a lie?
Read me a comical riddle,
Paddy will say it comes pat—