And lad of all work,
From the suburbs of Cork,
Who worked for her father, and thought he could win her.
And if Jacob could faithful serve fourteen years through,
And still thrive and rejoice,
For the girl of his choice,
He thought he could play at that game one or two.
Now 'Liakim Smith had a theory hid,
And by egotism fed,
Somewhere up in his head,