Classic Poem

Now what should I do when the Grocery Boy
Is knockin' an' whistlin' an' callin', " Ahoy! "
An' me with both hands of me covered with suds
A cleanin' the panes in me oldest of duds!
" Comedown! " sez he, laughin'. Sez I, " Ye can wait!
An' what are ye meanin' by comin' so late? "
" Ah, come! " sez he, coaxin'; " I tell ye no lies,
But all the pertaties have tears in their eyes
Because of the coldness of maids in these parts.
The onions are breakin' their poor little hearts;
The beans an' the leeks an' the parsley are green
With longin' for some one — ye know whom I mean;
An' see the young radishes blushin' all red,
An' look how the cabbage is hangin' its head!
Then don't ye be haughty an' don't ye be cruel,
But open the gate, now, an' take them, me jewel! "

Now what would ye do with a saucy young limb
Of a Grocery Boy that can blarney like him?