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, The judges shouted, "do not miss"--and dashed their dhreepin' wigs, "O save the polismen!" they cried, "There's thirteen on a roof outside;" An' with some knotted sthrips of hide, he mopped them in like pigs, "Now ships ahoy!" siz Pat, "We may Put out to say, Without delay, An' while its day, We'll start away, Before the rising gale," Thin from a bog oak, three-legg'd stool, He took the sun, with a two foot rule, An' round the world, went Pat O'Toole, An' all his fleet of sail! [Illustration] 'Twas on St. Swithin's day, the wet began, an' rained for forty days, An' forty nights, it blundhered out the thunder, lift an' right, Whin like a merricle it stopped, the sun came out, said Pat O'Toole, "Hooroo! there's land ahoy! the tops of Wicklow are in sight!" [Illustration] An' then he brought his ships around, an' dhropped a cargo everywhere, In counthries where they'd propagate, an' where he thought they'd fit, He made a present to the blacks, of lions and the tigers, and The serpents and the monkeys, and such awkward perquisit, He gev the Esquimaux, the bears, an' with the Rooshins, left a few, An' dhropped a hungry wolf or two, to make the bargain square, The mustang, and the buffaloe, the red man of the wilderness, To bowld Amerikay he gev, an' still you'll find thim there, [Illustration] To Hindoostan, the elephant, an' hippopotamus he gev, The alligator, crocodile, The simple vulture too, The divil for Tasmania, the 'possum, an' the parakeet, He brought out to Osthreelia, with the boundin' kangaroo. He left the Isle of Man the last, an' gev a three-legged cat that passed One day, beneath a fallin' mast, an' cut her tail in two! The only thing he missed, in this regard of all the captain done, He didn't save the Irish elk, 'twas dhrownded be the flood, But still we can't find fault with him, he made it up to Erin, for He didn't lave a reptile there, an' did a power of good.