He met a lady dressed equally fine,
But to look at him she did not condign.

He stopped to gallantly lift his hat,
But she threw it to the ground and upon it she sat.

She sat on his hat on the sidewalk broad,
And said, "Sure, see how your antics I do applaud."

"My dear," he said, "Sure, it would not fit
Even if you sat on your fine face in it."

With a kick of her leg she smacked his shin
And down did fall our paladin.

He bounced a foot, being slightly round,
But all-in-all he seemed quite sound.

"My dear," he said, curling his mustache,
"You still waste no time on balderdash!

"You've the manners of a queen, and royal so,
And fight in flagrante delicto!"

She swung her fist and he ducked and rolled,
Then she jumped to her feet and looked quite bold.

As he got to his feet and brushed himself off,
She uttered a growl and spit out a cough.

"You cad," said she, "where have you been?
You're the very definition of every sin!"

He laughed and he smiled and took a bow,
"My dear, I've been after my breakfast chow."

She stared at him with a look of amaze.
"You haven't been home for two solid days!"

Said he, "You're a beauty, I'll give you that,
But instead of your food I'd should eat my hat!"

Without hesitation on him she did pounce,
And began the poor fellow to really trounce.

Then Pat and Mike sauntered from Finn's saloon
And gazed with amaze on our donnybrook tune.

"Ye'd think," said Mike, "Murphy wouldn't grouse,
His wife, after all, throws a fine roundhouse!"

"Sure," said Pat with a nod of his head,
"Without dear love a marriage is dead."