The Columbian. [volume] (Bloomsburg, Pa.) 1866-1910, 1869-10-29

W ii'h otiiiOhBs BiObh biN"A ~ oNt
are you must die.
An faster an faster the crowd gathered
there,
Boys, horses, and gingerbread just like
fair:
An whiskey was sellin' an cussamuck
too,
An ould men and young women enjoy
ing the view.
An ould Tim Mulvaney, he med the
remark,
There wasn't sich sight since the time
of Noah's ark;
An be CORY, twas thrue for him, for
divi sich scourge,
Sich divarshin and crowds was known
since the deuge,
For thousands were gathered there, if
there was one,
Waitin' till such time as the hangin' id
come on;
At last they threw open the big prison
gate,
An out came the sheriff5 and sodgers in
state,
An cart in the middle, an Shamus
was in it:
Not paler, but prouder than ever, that
minute.
An as soon as the people saw Shamus
O'Brien.
Wild prayin' and blessin', and all the
girls cryin;
A wild wailin'soun KEN on by degrees.
Like the sound of the lonesome wind
blowin' through trees.
On, to the gallows the sheriffs are gone,
AM the cart an the sodgers 60 steadily
on;
An at every side swollin' around OF the
cart,
A wild sorrowful sound that id open
your heart.
Now under the gal!ows the cart takes
its stand,
An the hangman gets up with the rope
in his hand:
An the priest haviu' blest him, goes
down on the ground,
AM Shamus O'Brien throws one last
look around.
Then the hangman drew near, an the
people grew still,
Young faces turned sickly, and warm
hearts turned chill:
An the rope bein' ready his neck was
made bare,
For the grippe of the life strangling rope
to prepare;
But the good priest done more. for his
hands he unbound,
An with one daring spring Jim has
leaped On the ground;
Bang! bang! goes the carbines and clash
goes the sabres,
He's not down! he's alive still! now
stand to him, neighbOrs
Through the smoke and horses he's in
TO the crowd,
By the heavens he's free, than thunder
more loud.
BY one shout from the people the
heavens were shaken
One shout that the dead of the world
might awaken.
But if you want hangin, its yourself you
must hang;
Tonight he'll be sleepin' in Aherloe
Glin,
An the divils in the dice if you catch
him agin,
The sodgers ran this way, the sherifls
ran that,
An the sheriffs were both Of them pun
ished severely,
AM fined like the divil, because Jim
done them so fairly.
A week after this without firin' a
cannon,
A sharp Yankee schooner sailed out of
the Shannon,
An the ca plain left word he was goin
to Cork.
But the devil bit-he was bound 10
New York;
very night she anso near land,
That some thought she would strike up
on G altimore strand;
But before the daylight, like q winged
sea NEW,
AS swift and as fleet to the westward
she flew.
bad luck, ,"said the police -"badluck,"
said the sQjer,
''We thot that we had him''-but Jim
proved a dodger.
The very next Spring--a bright morn
in in May,
Just six months after the great hanging
day.
\ letter was brought TO the town of
Kildare,
And on the outside WAS written out fair,
''To ould Mrs. O'Brien In Ireland or
elsewhere"
An in the inside began my dear good
auld mother,
I'm safe, an happy-and not wishin' to
bother
You in the radiu'-with the help of the
PRIEST
| send you enclosed in this lether at laist
pay him an fetch ye away,
To this land Of the free and brave
Merrika.
Here you'll be happy, an niver made
cryin'
So long as you're mother OF Shamus
O'Brien;
Give my love to swate Biddy, and tell
her beware.
OF that spalpeen, who calls himself Lord
of hildare,
And Just say to the judge, l don't now
care rap
For him or his wig, or his dirty black
cap;
An as for the drag0ons-them paid men
of slaughther
Say | love them, as the divil loves holy
Wather.
An now, my good mother, one word
of advice:
Take a hnr q pelateeS an Oat meal an