The Wyandot pioneer. (Upper Sandusky, Ohio) 1853-1868, 1868-09-17
LITTLE IRELAND,
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UNDER THE HILL, socpC. 4.
MIsHTuR EDITHUR Its foine thing
yez did, Printing me letthur to me
kussin Teddy in yer paper inshted av
putin it into the poshtoffis; but its
that omadhoun, Paddy Brannigan, as
what made the mishtake av taykin' it
to yez-bad cess to him for that same
When l heerd av it took up me shtick,
an its fur baytin' dacent manners to an
Irish bye into yez was afther doin',
but l shtopped into me trind McFad-
din's fur drink to get up shtame wild,
dye mind, an conshoolthed me frind
McFaddin on that same. An bedad its
althered me mind I have. Seem as
had no shkule larnin' but wake, and
thin shkule didn't kape, me writin' isn't
aisy to rade. [Thrue fur yez, Dennis.
me bye.-CoMPosIToR.l an Teddy, I'll
be thinkin', knose more of the outside
of a shkule windy than the inside of a
shkule dhure, so that its aiZier fur him
to rade me letthurs in print than be me
own pinritin'. An more be token.
mishtur HcFaddin, tells me it will cost
twilve cints to sind letthur. an only
two cints to sind a paypur, SO I'll make
tin cints off the th-ade, and have copy
av me own letthur meself. An saiz Nc
Faddin. saiz he, it'll give some sound
dimmykratic principles, saiz he, in their
blashted paypur, saiz he. So I'll be for
sindhing yez another letthur to Teddy
beyant the say, which is good bye is
Teddy. barrin' he's fur ivir afther the
gurrls is Teddy.
An as its no objeckshun l have to
sayin' me wurrks in print, I'll be akin
yez to be putthing this other thing in
yer paypur. Its question I've been
akin me trind McFaddin, but he tould
me to hould me whist an take dhrink,
which I'm the bye as niver refuses that
same. So make bould to Ak misther
Saymore, as I'll be voting for him sure,
an its from head quarthurs I'd he get
ting me ordhurs. Shure enlishted to
fight with the naygurs, but its meself
don't understand it at all. at all, what
fur we should be fitting thin here, an
the Dimmykrats down South atm an
dhrinkin' an maxim frinds wild thin
there; and why we dhrive the naygurs
from the polls here, an they shud AK
thin up to the polls there. But here's
me question, an av coorse mishtur Say
more will make it plane.
BoTHERAYsHUN coNsARN1N' THE NAYGUR.
A question I'd AK mishtur Saymorc,
Of Il matther that's bothered me quite;
1t dishtrcsses me mind in the mornin'
And thronbles me dhramin at night.
Me coorse I'd be shapin' accOOrdin'
To the ginuine Dimmyk KRAFT plan,
But its bothered am wild the question
Is the naygur u baSte or a man?
Shure, isn't it Dimmykrat docthrine
The naygur's q two futted baste,
Wild wool like shape, an pairfumc
Dishgoosting to paypu1 ov taste;
a lip like a shlice Ov shtale liver,
An a fut that is built on plan
That wud Shute an Afrikin monkey,
But divil u bit ov a manI
An hasn't it bin demonshtraytid
He can niyer have brains in his shkull,
For inshted Ov hair on the outside
The naygur has nothing but wool.
An as dhirty am black are his faytures
So a baste ov some sort is q naygur;
He niver was meant for a man.
But here, bedad, is the puzzle
That bOthers me night an day:
Whin the South, In the days Ov her gloory
Was undher Dimmykrat shway,
The naygur was held in subjeckshun
On the ould Patriarkal plan;
He was counted up wild the cattle,
AM not set down as man.
But now it is Dimmykrat practice,
South Ov Mason an DiXons line,
To thrate q wOOly-head naygur
Like gintleman shuperiine.
He is aXed to Dimmykrat maytins;
If he wants to shpake he can;
An the Spache of the baste is printhid
The same as the spache of u man.
Be the side of a black, dhirty naygur
A white Dimmykrat sits down to ate;
They tip aft their whisky in frindship,
An the Dimmykrat offers to thrate
To Saymore an Blair they kape dhrinkin'
Togithur as long as they can;
On the hure thin they lie down tORithur-
The baste be the side Ov the nan.
Its puzzled am beyant shpakin';
Divil wan ov me knows where shtand,
Or can tell, whin meet wild naygur,
To tip him me fisht or me hand.
I'll go mad with this same botherashun;
I've stood it SO long as can:
What is the new Dimm ykrat dOcthrinc-
Is the naygur a baste or a man2
DINNIs O'FLAHERTY
koly subjict to me letthur to me frind
Teddy, and remain your sarvint,
DINNIs O'FLAHERTY.
P. S., N. B.-Place rade it over an fix
the shpellin' and MISTAKES. D. OF.
TO MR.. TEDDY McGINNESS. EsuorTIER-
KILDOWERY, COUNTY CORK, IRELAND,
FROM HIS COUSIN, DENNIS o'FLAHERTY
DEAR TEDDY
Since lasht time dhropped yez line
It's illigant times I've bin Sayin'.
Divil shtroke Ov wurk have shtruck
Becase ov the dhrinkin' an shprayin',
It's shOldier shure am now
But none Ov yer blue-bellied baygurs-
Pm jinuine White Bye in Blue,
Inlishted to fight wild the naygurs,
Bedad!
Saiz McFaddin, saiz he. as shtood
In me shtore an me whisky was drainin'
"Faix, Dinnis, it's time yez were down
To head quarthurs marchin' an trainin'."
A trainin' for what Mac2 saiz I.
for the Sep tgnR an ydT
Pm bliss'd if do, an name it,
Bedad!
Let the blue-bellied thafes ov the wurrld
That murdered our Dimmykrat brithrin,
Put ON their ould clothes if they like
To go to the divil togithur in;
It's nivir a bye ov my size
Sich comrades as thim'll delight in;
Faix, if to scrimmage it comes,
It's agin 'em meself III be fightin'
Bedad!
s'Hould your whisht, - saiz o. Rooney. saiz he
fThis matther yer inthirely mistakin;
It's niver n Dimmykrat bye
I'd a Radikle hirelin be maxim.