BARNEY McGEE by Bliss Carman

Barney McGee, there's no end of good luck in you, / Will-o'-the-wisp, with a flicker of Puck in you, / Wild as a bull-pup and all of his pluck in you, -- / Let a man tread on your coat and he'll see! -- / Eyes like the lakes of Killarney for clarity, / Nose that turns up without any vulgarity, / Smile like a cherub, and hair that is carroty, -- / Wow, you're a rarity, Barney McGee! / Mellow as Tarragon, / Prouder than Aragon -- / Hardly a paragon, / You will agree -- / Here's all that's fine to you! / Books and old wine to you! / Girls be divine to you, / Barney McGee!

Lucky the day when I met you unwittingly, / Dining where vagabonds came and went flittingly. / Here's some _Barbera_ to drink it befittingly, / That day at _Silvio's_, Barney McGee! / Many's the time we have quaffed our Chianti there, / Listened to Silvio quoting us Dante there, -- / Once more to drink _Nebiolo spumante_ there, / How we'd pitch Pommery into the sea! / There where the gang of us / Met ere Rome rang of us, / They had the hang of us / To a degree. / How they would trust to you! / That was but just to you. / Here's o'er their dust to you, / Barney McGee!