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Oh, Marcus D. Boruck, me hearty, / I sympathize wid ye, poor lad! / A man that's shot out of his party / Is mighty onlucky, bedad! / An' the sowl o' that man is sad.
But, Marcus, gossoon, ye desarve it -- / Ye know for yerself that ye do, / For ye j'ined not intendin' to sarve it, / But hopin' to make it sarve you, / Though the roll of its members wuz two.