There is a boat on The lake to float on, And lots of beauties Which I can't entwine; But were I a preacher, Or a classic teacher, In every feature I'd make 'em shine! There is a stone there, That whoever kisses, Oh! he never misses To grow eloquent; 'Tis he may clamber To a lady's chamber, Or become a member Of parliament. A clever spouter He'll soon turn out, or An out-and-outer, To be let alone. Don't hope to hinder him, Or to bewilder him, Sure he's a pilgrim >From the Blarney Stone! -- Francis Sylvester Mahony "Father Prout" (1804-1866) composed this additional verse to Richard Alfred Millikin's (1767-1815) "The Groves of Blarney," sung to the air "Castle-Hyde."