T'was a      winter's evening,
 The guests      all leaving
 O'Leary was         the bar.
 He stopped                         in red,
 "Get out!                      you are."

 She wept                          of beer
 As she                     night ahead.
 When a                                              PHONE BOOTH
 And these                     he said,

 Her mother                                         should know,
 About the         college men,
 And how           and go.
 Age taken                                  sad scar,
 So remember                  sisters, boys,
 And let                 the bar.