Richmond daily Whig. [volume] (Richmond, Va.) 1842-1861, 1843-07-27
I'M YER MAN
BY SANDY RODGEF


What a this stir this quarrel
It's Just about naething ava
whcen silly leaves o. green laurel,
That are no worth the neb Of craw
Ava wi yer nonsense an huvers
M ~ lame nan an Tea0% a: an s ieG ca ke
Will dee at the back o. dyke
''Gude sake man, ye're unco mistaken
warn Jewell for 10 try;
There's hanile o. bannocks and bacon
And barrel o. guide wine forbye
There's waltz, sirs, % eain' an drinkin',
Yere weel paid for yer sangs,
And no muekle fash about thiRkin',
It's cen just like ratuin the tangs"
Ga then they may max me the Laurat,
There's name half guide myself;
i'll screech a. the day like parrot,
An hammer cot odes by the ell!
Aut, Josh, To toom wine by the bicker
Wad max me uncommonly husky,
Sac may be they'll alter the liquor,
And gle me a hogshead o. whusky.
There cannot be doubt that her Maestys Government
will uccedc truly national request whenever they
upon bestowing upon Mr. Rodge the laurel leaves.
which hc holds in such proper conempt-nOt sooner Pas
sing by heaf Of applications IN similarly classical strains
by the Parnassus Of poets, to whom Whistle BGke IS the
MagHus APpOlO come at once TO ballad IN the stirring
aud graphic style, which confess has charm for us
bovc every other.
THE LAUREATES TOURNEY.
b. THOMAS Z. MAcAULAY.
FyTTE THE FiRsr.
"What news what news, thou pilgrim gray, whatnews from
southern andl
How fare the bold Conservatives how it with Fernando
How does the little Prince Of Waes-how looks lady
Queen,
And tell me- the gentle Brough once Windsor
scent"
81 bring ding from the Court, nor from ST. Stephens
Hall.
I've heard the laundering tramp horse and the umpes
battle call,
Aud these old eyes have seen fight which England meier
hath seen
Since fell King Richard sobb'd his soul through blood on
Bosworth green
He's dead he's dead the Laursotes dead twas thus he
cry began,
Aud suaightway every garrett roof gave up its mnstre
From Grub street, and from Houndsditch, and from Far
rinrlon Within,
The poets all towards Whitehall pOur'd with oIdhtel
din.
Loud ycrd they for ST. James the cruhame but afraid
hardy knight were he that might face such minsclse
Nov, by 81 Giles Of Netherby, my patron saint swear
- hero
yhat is, ye Seek ye rebel knave' what make Their
"Thc bays. the bays, VIC the bays seek the luu
rCato wreath
We .eck the butt Of generous wine tina, cheers the
Choose trou among us oil, Sir Knight-wc may not uu
long,"
Loud laughed the good Sir James in scoru "Rarc jest
were, think,
Bot poor butt Of Here's, and thousand rogues drink
An " t flowed with wine beer, tits easy 90 DC seem
That dry within the hour would be the well Of lpporeue
"TeI me II on Panassus heights there grow ihousan
ahcavos,
Or has ApolJs laurel bush yet borne hundred leaves
o. 81 20 many leaves there, how long would the
sustain
The fayuro asd the gluten bite Of such locust uon
"Nol get yc back into your dcns take counsel for q
uirht
and choose me out two champions 10 meet in dead
fight
Tomorrow dawn shall ho lists marked out IN 5piu
fields.
And BE- Who wins .ha have the bays. end he shall die wi
yic.ds.'
Down went she window with orasb-in silence and
fear
Each rsersd bard looked ansously upon bis neighb
near.
Tlcn 70 aud spshe young Tonnyson-"Who's here III
fears Cor dcathf
his l,i,s, emo Of us should die, than England lose
wrcafh
ssn Elword hes. by Tbs fno line, fixed date lor y
ors's hifh witch hitherto has been desidcrotum IN m
iary hihofy II was generally believed that the dnie
80. even, he'd persisted the obscunV Of the middle 90