The Barristers in white cravats
Unto each other gave the lie;
The M.P. sadly shut his eye
And thought of the Kilkenny cats.
He only said, "It's very dreary,
They'll never stop!" he said;
He said, "I'm a-weary—a-weary,
And must not go to bed."
Until the middle of the night,
He'd heard the Irish Members crow;