"Ze manners of ze shentlemans, ze both of you should learn;
To wrangle round ze lady, I'm shames of you, by dam!
If ye don't know ze fencin' of ze duel, go, and cram,
Don't bring ze crowds around her, but mit ze mornin' lark,
Vash out in blood, ze quarrels all in ze Phœnix Park."
"I'm on," said Kit O'Gorman. "Begor, an' so am I,"
Said Pat O'Byrne. The lady, then gave a tender sigh,
She told them each, she loved him, and though her heart did bleed,
Expressed a wish, he'd combat on a small Arabian steed.
"The duel's getting prosy, invest it with a fling