Half a day and half again
since Donegal’s had seen the man
who truddled round the farberquim
the porter claimed he’d not seen him.
And grumpy Grifflabasherim
insisted he’d seen nowt of him.
Then near to half past quarter ten,
aspied he was near Quibulen,
with characters of shifty sort
and women, or so they report.
His coat in tatts, his trousers torn
his nose a’blooded, face forlorn.
with scuffed up shoes and smudged up knees,
for Shloope was shloshed at Schniffery’s.