PADDY, in want of a dinner one day, Credit all gone, and no money to pay, Stole from a priest a fat pullet, they say, And went to confession just afther; "Your riv'rince," says Paddy, "I stole this fat hen." "What, what!" says the priest, "at your ould thricks again? Faith, you'd rather be staalin' than sayin' @3amen,@1 Paddy O'Rafther!" "Sure, you wouldn't be angry," says Pat, "if you knew That the best of intintions I had in my view -- For I stole it to make it a present to you, And you can absolve me afther." "Do you think," says the priest, "I'd partake of your theft? Of your seven small senses you must be bereft -- You're the biggest blackguard that I know, right and left, Paddy O'Rafther." "Then what shall I do with the pullet," says Pat, "If your riv'rince won't take it? By this and by that I don't know no more than a dog or a cat What your riv'rince would have me be afther." "Why, then," says his rev'rence, "you sin-blinded owl, Give back to the man that you stole from his fowl: For if you do not, 'twill be worse for your sowl, Paddy O'Rafther." Says Paddy, "I ask'd him to take it -- 'tis thrue As this minit I'm talkin', your riv'rince, to you; But he wouldn't resaive it -- so what can I do?" Says Paddy, nigh choken with laughter. "By my throth," says the priest, "but the case is absthruse; If he won't take his hen, why the man is a goose: 'Tis not the first time my advice was no use, Paddy O'Rafther." "But, for sake of your sowl, I would sthrongly advise To some one in want you would give your supplies -- Some widow, or orphan, with tears in their eyes; And @3then@1 you may come to @3me@1 afther." So Paddy went off to the brisk Widow Hoy, And the pullet between them was eaten with joy, And, says she, "'Pon my word you're the cleverest boy, Paddy O'Rafther." Then Paddy went back to the priest the next day, And told him the fowl he had given away To a poor lonely widow, in want and dismay, The loss of her spouse weeping afther. "Well, now," says the priest, "I'll absolve you, my lad, For repentantly making the best of the bad, In feeding the hungry and cheering the sad, Paddy O'Rafther!" | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...SONNETS ATTEMPTED IN THE MANNER OF CONTEMPORARY WRITERS: 3 by SAMUEL TAYLOR COLERIDGE THE MAGNETIC MOUNTAIN: 32 by CECIL DAY LEWIS PALINGENESIS by HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOW TWILIGHT AT THE HEIGHTS by CINCINNATUS HEINE MILLER THE SHEPHEARDES CALENDER: MARCH by EDMUND SPENSER A SUPPLEMENT OF AN IMPERFECT COPY OF VERSES OF MR. WILL. SHAKESPEARE'S by JOHN SUCKLING |