One had had a Landlord, then there were but seven!
Seven Irish Jurymen sitting in a fix,
One feared the highway shots, and then there were but six!
Six Irish Jurymen in the legal hive,
One knew a murderer, then there were but five!
Five Irish Jurymen springing from the poor,
One of them half-witted, leaving only four!
Four Irish Jurymen wishing to be “fhree,”
One spouted treason, and then there were but three!
Three Irish Jurymen softly whispering “Pooh!”