When one with t'other straightaway agrees
That horders of crooks felt they'd more right to own
Her native chauffeur waited in the breeze
One gathers rosebuds or grows old alone
O Parthenon you hold the charger's strings
That metred rhyme alone can souls enslave
Such merchandise a melancholy brings
The nicest kids for strickiest toffees crave
Staunch pilgrims longest journeys can't depress
A piercint wit would sprightliest horses flog
On wheels the tourist follows hos hostess
Whiskey will always wake an Irish bog
And let you off from your opinions glum
Soliloquies predict great things old chum