Said, "Shure, ye bate this lazy hound that kennot catch a rat,
And if ye'll stay right here, me boy, I'll trate ye well," says Pat.
Then proudly Kent he wagged his tail and tried so hard to smile
Upon the good old Irishman, who patted him awhile,
Then coaxed the stranger after him right through a broad green lane,
Which led to the fine country home of good Sir Michael Kane.
And here Pat introduced the pup to all the family,
And they were all so very kind as any folks could be,
They patted his soft silky hair and praised him to the sky,
And gave him a big gravy dish all filled with nice meat pie,