The Portland daily press. [volume] (Portland, Me.) 1862-1921, 1866-03-09
Miscellany.
IT 49, -liIt
The Fenians at Jones' Wood.


I'd The following bit of dialogue will give the
reader better notion Of the actual scene at
Jones's Wood last Sunday, than all the
speeches of all the orators We copy from
the report in the New York World:
A Roberts Fen'an and an OMahoney par
tisan got into an alteration in regard to the
manner in which the "Ouid sod" should OBJ
tain her freedom. The O'Mahoneyite was
speaking OF the great number CT people pres
ent at the meeting, and the enthusiasm. When
the disciple Uf Robert interrupted him with
a comicai grin, saying: "Troth there's eniff of
yees here, me bould imperor, but the diyil a
man OF yees Will ever see Limerick under
john OMahoney." it,l -ss..,,5 ,-.I.I ..lT
OMohoneyite-Well, begorra, if we don't
see Limerick itself, and It's a purity place for
such an Onddhaaa as yourself to come from,
anyhow, well not so TO Canada to be starved
TO death De the cowld, or eaten alive be the
Roberts Fenian--Well, there's a power Of
min here, anyhow, glory be to God; they're all
lish, too. What part OF Ireland be you rom,
n me buuld hayro? Ito the o. Mahoneyite.l i
g O'Maboneyite-From Cork, and am not
ashamed to say it ayther. Dye mind that
= Roberts Fenian-what part of the County
Cork?
O'nIohoneyite--From the town of Bandon,
and more shame to ye If YOU dunno where
that is.
u Roberts Fenian-From Bandon, is it2 Yer
ja a bad bird, anyhow. Shure the diyil thrue
man liver kim from that black spot. Dive
know where Six-Mle Bridge in the County of
q Limerick is, you ,iy rappdreeP l1aJ .'77
~ here this rather amusing coilouuy would no
doubt have ended la row, perhaps, but for
the interruption of ldashing- looking one
armed soldier who passed by chanting a snatch
OF Al old ballad OF '9S, as follows.
he baied his pursuers, who followed like the wind,
On And swan the river Slaney and lett them far be.
For many scarlet soldier he promised soon should
b For those, his gallant comrades who died in wild
ASA sWhat, is it .quarTelling yees are. about
whin my poor ould Erin is to be helpt? Keep
al yer hard words for the English blackguards,
the g0sso0ns. Remember that it is from Amer
lea that all the help will have to come for poor
ould Ireland; God bless her today Here the
/. soldier reverenty tipped his cap and brushed
a4i away tear at the same time, saying to the
two contestants and another Fenian who
stood by, "Come on; we are four in crowd,
LET'S have a big dhrink, and don't let us for
.idaget what poor Charley Nickham wrote, before
ioi'h he was sent to Botany Bay for upholding the
cause we all love-" Here the soldier com
menced chanting the well-remembered words
of the "Shan Van Vocht:'
s-s'Twas well o'conneIl said-H i 4
Says tine Shan Van Vocht-
n 4. "My land when am dead"
EsGgS Says the Shan Van Vocht., y 81 ID
"a race will tread your plains
ssteD With hot blood In their veins, o. p
Who viii burst your CALLING chains"
900 - Says the Shan Van Vocht. .
For these words we love his name Z
Says the Shan Van Vocht,
" us-v And Ireland guards his fame, do,sT "A !
- Says the Shan Van Voeht, -
And low her poor heart fell,
Eu9a no day she heard his knelt + O1zsfEE
- Fur she knew he loved her well, :
60 453RsS Says the Shan Van Yocht.. Rs&lkfS, {
And nowf We be men, % sttat
f.s4as.ie Says the Shan Van Vocht, II ArQ
With pike and guns galore, a WV
.6trres t, Wen have them back AGAIN ,
Says the Shan Van Vocht- '''a ''A q
siA9 60 And when they touch her shore y D % q
sc .iosz Ireiands free forever more -,-s.srs,f
ia Saws the Shan Van Vocht