FLANNEL, and potted meat, and rum,
Before the dog-days will have come
In Ellesmere’s expected yacht..
I know but one event like that.
Here is my story.. I remember
About the middle of December
Ice fringed the Arno, crisp and clear,
And upon shallow pools might bear.
A gentleman from Tipperary,
Alert as he is wise and wary,
Wrote home for skates: one fine May morn
The skates he wrote for reach Leghorn.