Now of all the old sinners in mischief immersed, <br />From the ages of Gog and Magog, <br />At the top of the list,from the last to the first, <br />And by every good soul in the parish accursed, <br />Is that scamp of a Presbyt'ry Dog. <br /> <br /> <br />He's a hairy old scoundrel as ugly as sin, <br />He's a demon that travels incog., <br />With a classical name, and an ignorant grin, <br />And a tail, by the way, that is scraggy and thin, <br />And the rest of him merely a dog. <br /> <br /> <br />He is like a young waster of fortune possessed, <br />As he rambles the town at a jog; <br />For he treats the whole world as a sort of a jest, <br />While the comp'ny he keeps--well, it must be confessed <br />It's unfit for a Presbyt'ry Dog. <br /> <br /> <br />He is out on the street at the sound of a fight, <br />With the eyes on him standing agog,- <br />And the scut of a tail--well, bedad, it's a fright; <br />Faith, you'd give him a kick that would set him alight, <br />But you can't with the Presbyt'ry Dog. <br /> <br /> <br />His rotundity now to absurdity runs, <br />Like a blackfellow gone to the grog; <br />For the knowing old shaver the presbyt'ry shuns <br />When it's time for a meal, and goes off to the nuns, <br />Who're deceived in the Presbyt'ry Dog. <br /> <br /> <br />When he follows the priest to the bush, there is war. <br />He inspects the whole place at a jog, <br />And he puts on great airs and fine antics galore, <br />While he chases the sheep till we're after his gore, <br />Though he may be the Presbyt'ry Dog. <br /> <br /> <br />'Twas last Sunday a dog in the church went ahead <br />With an ill- bred and loud monologue, <br />And the priest said some things that would shiver the dead, <br />And I'm with him in every last word that he said - <br />Ah, But wait - 'twas the Presbyt'ry Dog. <br /> <br />John O'Brien <br /><br /><br />John O'Brien<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-presbyt-ry-dog/
