"We better pause no longer, but instantly pitch in,"
Said Pat O'Byrne, and Gorman. They tossed for choice of ass,
And pick of blade, then wheeling, they faced upon the grass.
I was for Kit O'Gorman a second on that day,
To see the flashing rapiers, to hear the donkeys bray
Was sight and sound to think of, the sylvan haunts were rife
With echoes reverbrated from crash of deadly strife;
Up went each donkey backwards, while scintillating wales
Of flashing steels, were echoed, by lashing of their tails,
For lo! the fight was doubled, the skittish donkeys sought,