Vermont daily transcript. [volume] (St. Albans, Vt.) 1868-1870, 1868-09-08
Poetry.
From the Cleveland Herald.
O'E1aherty.

To M. Teddy McGi,nis, Eshquier Kildouery,
Comfy Cork, Ireland, from his cousin, blinds
0'FIohe'fy
DEAR TEDDY:
Me pin in me hand am takin'
To write yez this bit of schrawl,
An hopin i'll health it will find yez,
As, PLACE God, it's lawn us all
An Ted, I'll be afher inquirn
How vcz dom this bright summer day?
How are the pigs, an the childer',
And the rest of yez over the say,
Teddy, me bye'
Shure, Ted is an ilgnt country
There's prates an whiskcy galone,
An mighty good pig for the atm,
l<sStsiAn money to buy II, ashore.
An for clothes, bedad I've a breechea
Wild niver patch or ahole,
An to mass judy goes wild bonnet
An feather as black o COAL
Teddy, me bye.
An election times, Teddy, me darlint,
Iwould make your eyes stick out fut
To see how the greenbacks are flyin'
An how quick IN our pockets they're put.
Shure what is the use of ballot
If to sell it yez always refuse
The way is to pocket the money,
An then vote just as yez choose,
Teddy, Inc bye
An that brings me round to the shtory
That I'm scratchin this letter to say
Election times comm an, Teddy,
It's wanted yez are right away
For Dimmykrats are not 80 plenty,
But we want all the Dyes over, shupo,
To swing the shaly, drink whisky,
An shove i'll the votes for Saymore,
Il ddy, me bye.
Niver mind about risidince Teddy,
Shure yer risidince is under yer hat
Diyil one have yez got in Kildowcry-
Lave to me all such matthers as that,
Shure me sisters son, Paddy Mulloney,
ii friul in New York who will shweQr
That yez worked by his side and dug cellars
In Ameriky many year,
Teddy, me bye.
He'll fix up yer paper nately
That yen think yez Amerikin born
In good sbute of clothes yel be shtruttn,
Instead of yer brayches al torn
When up to the polls ye marchin',
Shure the naygers will all hold their whisht;
II some blaygard axes impidcnt questions,
Just tip him shme uf yer tisht,
Teddy, me bye.
Och, Teddy, now don't ycz be shtayin;
Hang your furnty on to your shtick,
Ad' shtep out for Cork an take passage
For Amcriky, sudden and quick
For the country will go to the divil
Under nayger and radiclo shway,
Unless saved by tho votes and shileayl
Ov the Dyes fresh from over tho sly,
Teddy, me bye.
They're attn us up wild their taxes,
An STAMPS, and the divil knows what,
(Though, bariin the duty on whisky,
Niver Il tax out of me have they got)
| They're given us green rags for money
OTIS Il tishtful wish that had),
| An we're shtar9in' on beef and corn whisky,
Which is mighty good shtarvin, bedad,
Teddy, me bye.
But that's not the worst of it, Teddy
The nayger's citizen now,
| Can vote like Dimmykrat white man,
An shtick up for his rights in row.
So pervarted is public opinion,
| 'lisn't safe to crack open his shkull.
An the hair on Dimn,ycrats Uranium
Is no better than Afrikn wool,
Teddy, me bye.
| In the mornn, when LAWN the shanty,
| Judy schrames out, "Dinnis don't 20
Some murthcrin' thafe of a nayger
Will be KILN me Dinnis know
| An then comm down to the shanty
An marryin me right out of hand !"
| That nayger should marry me Judy
Is more, bedad, than I'll shtand,
Teddy, me bye.
But Wen soon give the schoundhres drub-
bin
| Vallandig hams row to the fore,
| Thad Stevens has gone to blue blaZes
| An, bedad we've frind i'll Saymore.
So pack up your dhuds in hurry,
Not forgettin to shpit in your iisht
An lay hould on your blackthorn shillelay,
An we'll soon give the naygcrs twisht.
Teddy, me bye.
Your cousin,
DINNIs O'FLAHERTY.