Ernie the Attorney.
There was a young Cornishman named Ernie
who set off one day on a journey
he travelled by rail,
by bus and by sail
and in Limerick he became an attorney.
The whole story, as it was later told, said that Ernie, a soon-to-be attorney,
went on a journey
off to the Emerald Isle
in a boat;
he took some honey,
plenty of money
all wrapped up well,
as the story does tell,
in the obligatory five-pound note.
He travelled away
for a year and a day
missing Ireland by no more than a country mile;
and when, eventually, he reached dry land,
somewhere other than where he had planned;
he found himself still able to smile.
“I’ve reached my destination!”
he cried with some elation,
“Begorah! Top of the morning! slàinte mhath!
Well, the natives they stared;
raised spears and teeth bared,
prepared to advance and attack;
Ernie, becoming aware
of the danger did swear:
“Bejesus! Begorah! I’d better be gone!”
and he ran back aboard the boat, turning tail he set sail.
Ernie had many other adventures
as he recrossed the Atlantic;
on a journey quite tantric;
he was eaten by a whale;
shipwrecked on an island;
and once, when at a loss,
Ernie shot at an albatross;
but, after a while he did manage to cross the ocean and landed at a place they did call Spanish Point.
“¡Ola!” he cried. “Buenos Dias!”
And the Irish people that greeted his boat were amused at his Spanish
“¡Ole!” they did call, which was all the Spanish that they could manage.
So, from Spanish Point to Donegal
until, in a tick,
he found himself in fair Limerick,
where he became Ernie the Attorney,
eventually becoming a top o’ the morning lawyer
who practiced under the name of Tom Sawyer, writer of wrongs.