'Tis Justin Macarthy
That now leads our party:
⁠He was born in the beautiful city of Cork:
He has wrote for quare papers,
And cut some quare capers,
⁠And got through a wonderful deal of loose talk:

He once drove his barrow
Through streets wide and narrow
⁠Singing novels, bad novels and other bad books:
⁠⁠And other bad boo-ooks
⁠⁠And other bad boo-ooks,
⁠Singing novels, bad novels and other bad books!

He consults pretty freely
With Timothy Healy,
⁠And is mighty polite to the former Lord Mayor:
And he'll often be sighing
That William O'Brien
⁠And good Mr Dillon can never be there:

But he once &c. &c.