Two Irishmen out of employ,
And out at the elbows as aisily,
Adrift in a grocery-store
Were smoking and taking it lazily.
The one was a broth of a boy,
Whose cheek-bones turned out and turned in again,
His name it was Paddy O'Toole—
The other was Misther McFinnigan.
"I think of enlistin'," says Pat,
"Because do you see what o'clock it is;