Said the king to the colonel, 'The complaints are eternal, That you Irish give more trouble Than any other corps.'
Said the colonel to the king, 'This complaint is no new thing, For your foemen, sire, have made it A hundred times before.'
More verses by Sir Arthur Conan Doyle
- The Franklin's Maid (From 'The White Company')
- The Old Huntsman
- Retrospect
- The Groom's Story
- A Hunting Morning
