In that whole great prochession did ride.
And swate Biddy Murphy who saw us, -
And troth! she's a darlint, is she! -
Towld me cousin that Jerry Mahoney
Was an ilegant K. O. S. P.
We shtarted, the bands was all playin',
The min at the College hurrahed;
And the horses was prancin' and neighin',
But gorra! the saddle was hard.
How they cheered us, and we proudly trampin',
I' faix! 't was shuparior sport;
And the ribbons and handkerchiefs flyin'
Of ivry swate gurl in "The Port."
Thin over the bridge to the city,
Wid the wind piercing shtraight through me bones;
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