But, no—the theme he might not vary,
His longing was not temporary,
To find meet rhyme for Tipperary.
He sought among the gay and airy,
He pester'd all the military,
Committed many a strange vagary,
Bewitch'd, it seem'd, by Tipperary.
He wrote post-haste to Darby Leary,
Besought with tears his Auntie Sairie:—
But sought he far, or sought he near, he