George Constantino McKeown.
A dandy and a lady's man, has come before you now,
A man of taste and culture, for 'tis written on my brow;
In Irish circles, I'm the pet of all the ladies fair,
And I always meet with favor and a hearty welcome there.
The reason must be obvious, I don't make use of slang,
I use well chosen language, which surprises all the gang;
You'll often hear the ladies say: " Now, hasn't he the tone ?
He ought to be a counsellor, George Constantino McKeown.
I'm in the book and picture trade, I canvas every day,
And tho' the times are very hard, I always make it pay;
The literature of Ireland, I have at my command,
And when I'm talking up a trade, my style is preat and grand.
I tell them how brave Sarsfield fought and kept the foe at bay,
And how the women held the fort at Limerick town, that day;
I get them all excited, for I am no dunce or drone,
You'll hear them cry: " I'll take four books, George Codstantine McKeown."
You ought to hear me make a speech, about election time,
I overflow with eloquence, with anecdote, with rhyme;
My attitudes are picturesque, and I can plainly show.
That I'm the Irish orator, the Celtio " Cicero."
Some say, to imitate me, but their show attempts are vile,
They cannot catch my loftly tone, my grand, Imperious style;
Let spurious imitators fall, for equals I have none,
I, the great original, George Constantino McKeown.