The crews of the gig and the yawl,
The bearded man and the lad in his ’teens,
Carpenters, coal passers—all.
Then, knocking the ashes from out his pipe,
Said Burke, in an off-hand way:
“We’re all in that dead-man’s list, by cripe!—
Kelly and Burke and Shea.”
“Well, here’s to the Maine, and I’m sorry for Spain,”
Said Kelly and Burke and Shea.
“Wherever there’s Kellys there’s trouble,” said Burke,