Trinity ball is coming

The weary old hand of the publican
Waved toward the clock:
"Your glasses now, please, it's past time to leave.
Come, boys and girls — amach." Old Trinity grads and other fine lads
And lasses of every degree
Drank down their Guinness and Harp to the finish
For someone had plans for a spree.
Up then and spake the bold Limerick Rake
With [...]