And took to promenading along the Liffey banks.
I made a measured survey of curbstones in the squares,
And prowled behind the corners, for pouncing unawares.
Twelve months of measured pacing, had gone since I began;
I hadn't run a prisoner, the time was all I ran;
And when the year had vanished, said the sergeant, "Halt, O'Brine!
You haven't run a prisoner, you'll have to draw the line."
That night I went and drew it—'twas peeping through a blind!—
I got some information, of suspicious work behind.