And remember when to Judy’s you betake yourself again,
There’s sure to be a bating for the foe of Paddy Flinn.
So I wished him better luck, and left the spalpeen sprawling,
And hastened to you, Judy, wid a heart of love so true:—
Then listen to your Paddy, while his tender tale he’s tawling,
In this hard shower to let me stand, sure’s very hard in you.
But see the door is open’d, so I’ll boldly venture in,
Here’s bad luck and better manners to the foes of Paddy Flinn.
J. W. Burden.