[continuation -- see "note and apology, in red, 3 posts above]
Facile with phrases of length and Latinity,
Like honorificabilitudinity,
Where is the maid could resist your vicinity,
Wiled by the impudent grace of your plea?
Then your vivacity and pertinacity
Carry the day with the divil’s audacity;
No mere veracity robs your sagacity
Of perspicacity, Barney McGee.
When all is new to them, what will you do to them?
Will you be true to them? Who shall decree?
Here’s a fair strife to you!
Health and long life to you!
And a great wife to you, Barney McGee!
Barney McGee, you’re the pick of gentility;
Nothing can phase you, you’ve such a facility;
Nobody ever yet found your utility,—
That is the charm of you, Barney McGee;
Under conditions that others would stammer in,
Still unperturbed as a cat or a Cameron,
Polished as somebody in the Decameron,
Putting the glamor on prince or Pawnee!
In your meanderin’, love, and philanderin’,
Calm as a mandarin sipping his tea!
Under the art of you,
Parcel and part of you,
Here’s to the heart of you, Barney McGee!
You who were ever alert to befriend a man,
You who were ever the first to defend a man,
You who had always the money to lend a man,
Down on his luck and hard up for a V!
Sure, you’ll be playing a harp in beatitude
(And a quare sight you will be in that attitude)—
Some day, where gratitude seems but a platitude,
You’ll find your latitude, Barney McGee.
That’s no flim-flam at all, frivol or sham at all,
Just the plain — Damn it all, have one with me!
Here’s luck and more to you!
Friends by the score to you,
True to the core of you, Barney McGee!
