To get me a view, for my own recreation,
Of one that I knew but by name in the Nation,
And if I, unaccompanied, happened to meet him,
With the choicest of drinks I’d be happy to treat him;
For I swear by all firearms—poker and tongues,
By his side I would fight to redress all our wrongs.
He may be a wealthy or poor man, a tall, or
A small man, but know that his name is Shine Lalor.
Then leaving Killarney—seeing all I could see—
I wended my way the next day to Tralee;