On the most pronounced attentions of one Lanty Hallissey
(Now this Lanty was a bachelor of some antiquity).
Well, he’d said good-bye to fifty; he was solemn, he was thrifty,
And he’d come to Mass each Sunday decorated handsomely
(With an eye upon the Tidy Little Body, don’t you see);
And you’d see him titivated in a much abbreviated
Kind o’ sort o’ style of swallow-tail that flogged him viciously
(Which it needed the judicious use of treacle at the knee);
And his hat was like a Quaker’s; but some fifteen hundred acres
More than evened up the lee-way of the said deficiency