The Irish republic. [volume] (Chicago, Ill.) 1867-18??, 1868-03-28
THE FAIR FIELD.
Andrew McShane.

Twas in the White House day, Old Bill and
Andy stitched away stitched oyah that they sewing
the rents in Uncle Samues breeks and all the time the
throwing soft sauder Ger the Yanks and Greeks and
singing bright the shall bloom above the stars and
shamrocks tomb If the people give elbow room, we'll
way with soord and shears perhaps into house
peers the while we'll stuff the public with public words
high sounding proud well painted toys to please the
words that like those huge balloons that the Park on
afternoons with slken sides and shining stars and sreaked
with par-coored bars and named the Unon such name
set the public heart aame Such high strung words
win them, although there's nough but gases in
them. Confound these Fenians though says Bill they
moved against wish and will and put the promise the
test that but gave the fools in jest and knocked our
plans into disorder their mad the border But
still plans could not miscarry while had such tools
Meade and Barry Meade is pleasant dose to take but
strong enough for Irish wake; but this time they
found it strong enoo and faith Andy bitter put
them all in Irish stew and they'll lade the hot broth over
you. 1t which ones blame if the devils don't
spoil little game Conlound each stupid Irish skull
how could they be blind and dull how Britain
STOOD and Tapped with joy the nations blood and smiled
when treason dmmed the stars and Freedom reeled all
sashed with scars Who forged the spade dig the
the chain bind her when slave all crushed bleeding
at the foot of matrcde and Lonbute her breast pol
ued by his lust her banner bloody in the DUST fearless
heart her peban blood for rich and dainty drink food
thrown to the Lions cancred brood? Knowing this how
could they think that Ieasons friends two would shrink
strike down Freedom when her sword raised strike
down adored and constant friends the way What
would our Southern brothers say?
This happened afternoon in the gay and festive
month of june after o. Freedom blush for shame they
stabbed in thy sacred name and from the shrine where
flung back by those bastard things who rule beneath thy
stretched wings into her dungeon grave
they that closed her dungeon door!
Still in the White House all is joy "Sweet Auburn" and
the other Boy oft paint with shame poor Freedoms cheeks
and the great big foolish public wheede by sewing Uncle
SamuePs breks with black dscod and poisoned needle
The DELL sits tween the lads and besses and whispers his
work progresses ooh many days and many weeks ERE
Uncle Samuel gets his breeks for Billy rips than he
stitches and Andy's trade is making breaches"
But my Christian Fenian friends let's take whateer
the devil sends To gup this Democratic bait that choked
black in sixtyfve we'll strain jaws in sixtyeght-
tits gumton monarchs thrive. Throw up your hats
pigeon Wings and shout beneath the Eagles wings
chiefs of Irish kings" We've traced them back
hro of mud thousand years beyan the flood; Won
tits in royal bones to banker kings and thrones
Och duck know what's baDes isn't Andy one of the
McShdnes? And that's good Guild ancient name while
Freedom modern DAME and boast of grand rea
ons among the Saxons Masions then rush nm to the
polls and vote for those whose fingers gripped your throat
We mustn't change our backward pace yours one in the
ancient race, Tin the front ranks marching back
Johnson in Irish McShane Andrew johnson Is mesI
fearful descent
all Fenian heroes they the surface back until
stopped by OF grinning skulls This
Shones mead was cut otrahe bad McShane
The Fenians the border Shane Andy)
rYe gods he does hear
no, Seward Thomas, nurses twain
Shout - Stanton" in his ear
ia, ha, be breathes he lives his eye
Has that peculiar light
That springs from Bourbon old Rye
McShanS 1s TIGHT to-ni0hLU