And it dawned as bright as they’d wish to see.
And Jemmy was up at the day’s first peep,
For the livelong night no wink could he sleep.
A bran-new coat, with a bright big button,
He took from a chest and carefully put on—
And brogues as well lamp-blacked as ever went foot on,
Were greased with the fat of a quare sort of mutton!
Then a tidier gorsoon couldn’t be seen
Treading the Emerald Isle so green—
Light was his step, and bright was his eye,