When off went the gun like a county election
Where whisky and gin have exclusive selection
Of those who are chosen to guard the inspection—
There's a great deal of noise—and some little inspection,
And Michael "went off" in another direction.
"Hold on!" shouted Pat, "Hold on to the gun,
I put in three loads, and you fired off but one!
Get up, and be careful, don't hold it so level,
Or else we are both us gone to the—cemetery!"
"I'm goin'," says Michael, "it's time that I wint,