The dollar weekly bulletin. [volume] (Maysville, Ky.) 1862-1864, 1863-11-26
ETTF Pro, PAF-RIA.

CAt1 Pro PAT-RIA.
Two Irishnien out ofemploy,
And out at the elbows as aisily,
Adrift in groeery-store
Wore smoking and taking it lazily.
The one was broth of a boy, lagain
Whose cheek-bones turned out and turned IN
His name twas Paddy 0'Toole- @
The other was Misther MeFinnigan.
81 think of enlistin',T says Pat,
Because do you see what O'Clock 1t Is;
There's nothin' adoin' at all
But drinkin' at Mrs. O'Docharty's.
It's not until after the war
That business timeswill begin again,
And figh:in's the duty of alp
"You're right, SIR" says Misther McFinngan.
"Bad luck to the rebels, say,
For kickin' up all oftnis Robbery. ~
They call themselves gintlemen, too,
While practin' murder and robbery; -
Now if it's gintale for to steal,
And take all your creditors in again,
I'm glad I'm no gintleman born"-
''You're right, sir" says Mistber McFinnigan.
''The' spalpeeps make bould to remark .-
Their chivalry couldn't be ruled by us;
And by the same token I think
They're never too smart to be fooled by us.
Nowif it's the nagms they ;inane ~ NJ
BeehivaIry, then lisa sin again .ss IN
To tight. Cor a cause that is black
s'Yonre right, sir,' says NIfsthor MeFinnigan.
''A nagur's man, ye may say.
And aiqual to all ether Southerners; --
But chivalry's made him trute,
And so he's monkey to Northerners; .
Sure, look at the poor. cIaturs heels,
And look at his singular shin again;
It's not for such gintlemen fght"-
"You're right, sir" says Misther McFinnigan
"The nagur States wanted a row,
And now, be me sowl, but they've got it it!
They've chosena bed that is hard,
However they shtriYe for to cotton ii.
I'm thinkin', when winter comes on
They'll all lie inclined to come in again;
But then we must bate them at frst'-
''You're right, sir,'' says Misther McFinnigan.
"Och hone, but it's hard that swate ....
Good-lookin' young chap like myseifindade,
Should loose his ten shiIlins Il day
Because of the throuole the Sorth has made:
But that's just the raison, ye see,
Why should help Union to win again
It's that will bring wages once more
"You;re right, sir" says Misther McFinnigan.
'Joost mind WI at ould highlands about,
sendin' her thToops 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
ejabers! it males me head spin again!
Oula Ireland a00uzd hare Suc6 chaRee!''-
''You're right, sir" says Misther McFinnigan.
"You talk about Irishmen, now,
Enlistin' by thousands from loyalty;
But a0att till tic Psanig B5jgade
Is called Ia PIT darn British Royazty!
It's then with the Stars and the Stripes
All Irishmen here would 90 in again,
To strike for the Shamrock and Harp p
"Ycu're right, sir,'' says AGisther McFinnigan.
"Och, murther! me blood's in a blaze,
To think ofbould CorcoTan leading us
Right into the camp of the bastes
Whose leeches so long have been bleeding usl
The Stars and the Stripes here at homo
To Canada's walls we would pin again,
And wouldn't we raise them in Corkg''--
you're right, sir" says Misther McFinnigan.
"And down at the South, do ye mind.
There's Plinty ofIrishmen mastering,
Deluded to fight for the wrong
BY rebel mis-statements and clustering;
But once let Guild England, their foe,
To fight with the U lion begin again,
And sure, they'd desert to a MANI
t, sir" says Mistker McFinnigan.
''There's niver an Irishmen born,
From Maine to the end of secessiondom.
But longs for time and chance
TO fight for ibis country in Hessian-dom;
And 50, if ould England should try
With treaeherous friendship to sin again,
They'll all be on one side at once'-
''You're right, sir" says AIisthcr McFinrigan
We've brothers in c. NADIA, too
CAnd didn't the Prince have taste of them?)--
To say that toIrsland they're trEe
Is certainly saying the Taste ofthem.
If, bearing our flag at our head,
We rose Ireland's freedom to win again,
They'd murther John Bull in the rearr--
You're right, sir, )" says Misther McFinnigan.
"Hurroo! for the Union, me boys,
And divii take all who would botherit,
Sc :ession's nagur so black
The divil himself ought to father it;
Hurroo. for The bould 69tb,
That's prisintly bound to 90 in again;
Its CorcoFans rescue they're at
'You're right. sir" says Misther McFinnisa. i. |
''I'm off right away to enlist,
And sure won't the bounty be handy-Ol
To kape INC respectfully dressed
And furni sh me dudheens and brandy-O!
Pm thinkin'. me excellent friend,
Ye're cycling that bottle of gin again;
You wouldn't mind thryin' q Drop
you're right, sir,n says Misthcr MeFiupioan.
Madness. ike epilepsy, gives more pain