Memphis daily appeal. [volume] (Memphis, Tenn.) 1847-1886, 1867-08-28
MEMPHIS APPEAL


THE fouoging leu a. esprit was written many
years ago, at Warrington, at the expense of q
hard-up Arkansas friend, now in Arizona
CD. 1t was never published, and per
haps isn't worth publishing now:l
A cONVERsAsaTN. f
TIKI LANDLADY ~ HER TrNIST.
Air" WIdoe Mdchseeg OH -
Gin'rirO FTooleg j cont like 90 be rude "a
oh hone Z Gim'rftOToole! C~
And fnope you won't think like a dun l in
Oh honei Gin'riI o-rooIsi 4
But there's bills I've TO pay, and must dodt'
Or the sheriff to,dayyto7 my house viii be SIM;
SO in your earl must ssy, Gin'r1 dear,
be PLACED If you'll pay that small balance OF
rint.
Oh, Widow McNish ye are leokin' so nate,
y On zone M4doW McNisht "a
us breaking my heart TO compel yet VAIL
But NV ciaim isnf paid, and I'm sadly sfraid
'Twflrbe greatly delayed, II II passes Al ~, -
But IN swear on the Book. that BY hook OF py
III pay ygg yOqrnssPt some time ! 'h'
osyGB,5l o,Toole all 1 want is my W
on honel GiH'ru o'roolel
I'm a vartuous piader, deserted annlone' e
on hoDei Gin'rl O"Toole
I've heard that you waste all your names ike
8 bsste,
On women unchaste, and al faro Wllh GOo1ei
Where the ugly blsckguards win your money
That I'm wanting to buy the poor childther
some food.
New, Widow McNisbl don'ty Jabber and rail-
oh hone! Widow McNish!
I can aisily ind Bother rooms III be bail,
on honet Widow McNfshL
Ye may call me a liar, II I've iyer a nre,
Andye niyer inquire II I'm frozen or no
And but for the maid, ~ my seEk In sdSSla
IA huvp for NV nancy IA mtEtLY pOUE hloWs
Now, Gin'ril u'TOole, how'd yer Impident
Oh honei Gin'rIo'Toole!
For we're ont ofyerpiace daeent people among,
on honel Gin'rl O'TOole!
And wish that before you daiken'd my cure,
And irtied my huTe, your deserts you hsd mel
Bad luck to the day when you nist TINS
Wild YER SSiSayTiney a absolute widdsr to chaseI
Oh widow McNish I shure I pity yer state,
Oh honel Widow McNish!
But the ssfest thing in the world is 10 walt
oh hone! Widow McNish!
shure I've Honduras lands where the GOODS
And the monkeys In bands at the travellers
grin |. ~
And when / get there, won't I send you a pair
Thajn pay yer ould BILL witn as mnch lnofe
Egin.
on, ain'rfI O-TooIe, don't you think you're a
Oh Rboanet Gln'rl o~iroolei-
shure yer o~utlandish brutes don't want In the
Oh hone Ginrn orroolei
II the monkeys will pay, that are over the say,
ShureIy one under kay Is worth ten in the trees;
IN go and engage c~onEauient pig cage,
And in It you'll pay of your bllh you plSAs'
on. widow McNishI you've already one Gagged,
Oh honel Widow McNlshI
IJs yourself, my dear soWl,a she-mohRey en-
on b5S5ei' Widow McNIshI
In Jail I can pine, but I'd rather decline
Being used for a sign TO advertise suee game; .
For some might suppose, land I'd die first, God
I'd & wife IN the house, and twas you was that
same
Now, Gin'ru oToole, will you pay me the rint?
On hoDei Gin'rti Q,Ioole!
Re iabeIs. my darlintt Ihavent a cent;
Oh honef Widow McNlsh!
Than Shat viii l do? Shurep I'm ruined by you,
And III crv wirrssthru-for I'm murtherd and
Nv Almighty big knave, that was born to desaivs
tfpdther young faymales Wild olarney 10
melt.
Oh. widow MoNish isl II NE tkat ye name?
on honsI Widow McNishL
You bother my jsnius and murther my oralh'
on honel Widow McNish!
It's a baythen We are, for We Danish alar
Every ~iiigantstar that lights poverty's cell; -.
For you screech and you squall, and cant
When you poster my nerves with your dirty
Oufd bin.
oh. Gin'ril OTTooIe! you unspeakable scamp!
on honei Gin'ril OHTooiei .
Pack your dudsup and of my premises tramp!
oh hone! Gin'ril O'Toole!
Wild yer uisant nose, that 'ud frighten the
Re of. and impose on com other faymslel
For dfyil the day under ny roof you stay,
If you don't pay the rint, though the money
You stale.
Bad luck are you dthrivln' me out in the
c0wld?
Oh hone! Widow McNishl
Jade! YOU are withered and ugly and ould
on honet Widow McNish!
You've lest all your hair, and false teeth you
And for all that you swear you're scarce thirty
rTis aisy to see that you're quite sixty three
50 now stick that same in your pipe and be-
gone!
Oh, GIn'rl OToOlel It's the salt tears ye start,
oh hone! Gin'rii OToole
Ye are robbing my pockets and breaking my
Oh hone Gin,ral o'TooIe!
FaIx, now, dOn'tI wish thatught Bryan McNish
His shinayleh I'D bate such a tame on your
That ye'd9GiekIy dIskIver the Wsy to the door.
Be dad! IA an iIligant mummy you'd make!
Oh hone! Widow McNish!
There'd be no eXpinse in tie way OF a K
Oh hone! Widow McNish
I'd advise We % go into Barnum' big show,
An Miss Pharaoh riprisint and get rich;
Get out OF my room Can't man stay AZ home
without being bothered to death by a witch?
lE1t the WidoW, EpGeheLeSs