With smirk and quip the fray began,
Ye gods! they’re at it to a man.
The chef was new, his viands fine,
My word! how they did sup and dine.
Each clansman cracked his jest and pun,
Warm hearts, good cheer made all the fun.
With merry clink the MAC’S and O’S
Attacked until their WILD IRISH ROSE.
When MARSHALL diagnosed their case
And cried “Enough,” they slackened pace.