In tailored garments up-to-date,
And patent leathers wearing.
From heel to collar shining new
(His hair was like a poet’s, too),
He went and sat in Casey’s pew,
His lofty manners airing.
’Twas Mrs. Cooney raised her veil—
A handsome, netted, spotted veil—
To mop the perspiration;
And while she mopped, she took the chance