The bad pernicious chap!"—But Pat hauled in the Jap.
Outside a public house, the sign was loaded with the muses nine,
They shouted "Pat ah! throw a line, we've all been on the dhrink,"
Siz Pat "Although I'll never brake the pledge meself, here, thry an' take
Howld of the teeth of this owld rake," and raked thim in like wink!
Three judges of a county coort, wor by the wathers taken short,
O throth, it must have been the sport, to see their dhreepin' wigs!
"Ketch on to this!" said Pat O'Toole, an' like a soft, good natured fool,
He flung a lawyer's 'lastic rule, an' dhragged thim in like pigs,
We'd all be innocent, in bliss, with ne'er a polis, but for this,