The Hillsdale standard. [volume] (Hillsdale, Mich.) 1851-1909, 1862-01-14
PRO PAT.RIA,

Two Irishmen out Of employ,
And out at the elbows as aisily,
Adrift in q grocery store
Were smoking and taking il laxily.
The one was a broth Of boy,
Whose cheek bones turned out and turned in aga
His name it was Paddy o. Toole,
The other was Mister McFinnigan.
II thing Of enlsten'," says Pat.
because, do We see what o'clock il is;
There's nothin 'adein' at all
But drinkin' at Mrs. O'Docharty's.
It's not until after the war
That business times will begin again,
And ightin's the duty of alp
you're right sir," says Misther McFinnigan.
bad luck 10 the rebels, say,
For kickin' up all Of this bobbery;
They call themselves gintlemen, too.
While practicin' murder and robbery;
Now il its gintle for TO steal,
And take all your creditors in again,
Pm glad I'm no gintleman born
you're right sir" says Misther McFinnigan.
"The spalpeens make bould to remark
Their chivalry couldn't be ruled by US;
And by the same token / think
They're mere too smart TO be fooled by US.
Now il it's the nagurs they name
Be chivalry, then it's sin again
To fight for a cause that is black
"Your right sir, says Misther McFinnigin.
"a nagurs q man, We may say,
And aiqual TO all other Southerners;
But chivalry's made him q brute,
And so he's monkey to Northerners;
Sure, look at the poor craturs heel,
And look at his singular shin again.;
It's not for such gintlemen fght',-
you're right, sir" says Mister McFinnigan.
"The nagur States wanted a row,
And now, be me sowl, they've got in it.;
They've chosen bed that is hard,
However they sthrve for to cotton it.
I'm thinkin when winter comes on
They'll oil be inclined to come in again;
But then we must bate them at first"
az oure right sir, says Misther McFinnigin.
"Och homel but it's hard that swate
Good-lookin' young chap like myself indade,
Should lose his ten shillins day
Because of the throuble the South has made;
Bnt that's just the rail-on, We see,
Why should help Union to win ag,in;
It's that will bring wages once more"-
you're right sir" Misther McFinngan.
"Joost mind what ould England's about,
A sendin' her throops into Canaday;
And all her ould ships on the coast
Are ripe for some treachery any day.
Now if she should mix in the war
Be jabers! it makes me head pin again.
OULD IRELAND WOULD HAVE SUCH A cHAScE!"-
You're right sir" says Mister McFinnigan.
"You talk about Irishmen, now,
Enlistin' by thousands from loyalty;
But WAIT TILL THE PoGSIx BRIGADE
Is CALLED TO PUT DOWN BRITIsH RoYALrY!
It's then with the Stars and the Stripes
All Irishmen here would 90 in again,
Tosstrke for the Shamrock and Harp!"-
you're right sr!' says Mister McFinnigan.
'Och, murther! me blood's in blaze,
To think Of bould Cocoran leading us
Right into the camp IF the bastes
Whose leeches SO long have been bleeding us!
The Stars and the Stripes here at home
To Canada's WALLS we would pin again,
And would mt We raise them in Corkf"
you're right sir" says Msther McFinnigan.
"And down at the South, do ye mind,
There's plinty of Irishmen mastering,
Deluded to fight for the wrong
BY rebel mis- statements and clustering;
But once let orld Engls nd their foe,
To fight with the Union begin again,
And sure, they'd desert to q mani"
you're right, sir!" says Mr. McFinnigan.
"There's niver an Irishman born,
From Maine to the end of Secessiondom,
But longs for n time and chance
To fight for this country-in Hessian dom;
And so, if ould England should try
With treacherous friendship TO sin again,
They'll all be on oneside at once
You're right, sirl,' says Misther McFinnigan.
"We've brothers in Canada, too
(And didn't the Prince have taste of them?)-
To say that to Ireland they re true
Is certainly saying the last of them,
II, bearing our flag at our head,
We rose Ireland's freedom to win again,
They'd murther John Bull in the rear."-
you're right, sirl says Misther McFinnigan.
"Hurroo! for the Union, me boys,
And divil take all who would bother it,
Sscession's a nager so black
The divil himself ought to father it;
Hurroo for the bould 9th,
That's prisintly bouud to 60 in again;
It's Corcoran's rescue theyr at
you're right, sir!" says Misther McFinngan.
Il m off right away to enlist,
And sure won't the bounty be handy-Ol
To kape me respectfully dressed
And furnish me dudheans and brandy-O
I'm think, me excellent friend,
Yere eying that bottle of gin again;
You wouldn't mind thryin' a drop',-
You're right sir!" says Misther McFinnigan.