University of Virginia Library

Search this document 

111

FIRE AND FROST;

OR, IRISH REASONING.

An Irishman, the house in flames
One piercing winter's night,
Upstarted from delightful dreams,
And ran out in a fright.
Out in the snow half naked ran,
And tried the flames to slake,
To chatter till his teeth began,
And all his frame to shake.
Cried he, “I'd not stand here for hire;
With ague I'm kilt dead;
I'll leave you to put out the fire,
And I'll go back to bed.”

112

And off he ran, i' th' self-same breath,
Crying, while him they'd hold,
“I may as well be burnt to death
As starved to death with cold.”