Ould Doctor Ma'ginn

The ould doctor had only wan failin',
It stayed wid him, faith, till he died;
And that was the habit av wearin'
His darby a thrifle wan side!

And twenty times daily 'twas straightened,
But try as he would for a year,
Not thinkin', he'd giver it a teether
A thrifle down over wan ear!

It sat him lop-sided and aisy;
It throubled his kith and his kin —
But och, 'twas the only thing crooked
About our ould Doctor Ma'Ginn!

And now thaThe's gone to his Glory —
Excuse me, a bit av a tear —
Here's twenty to wan that his halo
Is slantin' down over his ear!