The home journal. (Winchester, Tenn.) 1858-188?, 1870-03-31

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rude,
Oh hone! Gin'ril O'Toolel
And hope yon won't think like dun
intrude.
Oh hone! Gin'ril O'Toole!
But there's bills I've to pay, and must d,
it, they say,
Or the sheriff to-day to my house will be
stint;
And so in your ear must say. Ginril dear
I'll be PLACED if you'll pay that small bal
ance ofrint.
Oh Widow McNish! We are looking so nate
Oh hone! Widow. NIcNish!
It's breaking yhearf to compel yo to wait
Oh hone! Widow McNish!
But my claim isn't paid, and Pm sadly
afraid
Twill be greatly delayed, if it passes at all
But I'll swear on the Book, that by hook or
by crook,
I'll pay you, Ma Yourneen some time In
the fall.
Oh Gin'ril O'Toolc! all want is my own,
Oh hone Gin'ril O'roole!
I'm vattuous wilder deserted and lone,
Oh hone! Gin'ril O'Toole!
I've heard that you waste all your Names
like haste
On women unchaste and at faro with
Goode,
Where the ugly blackguards win your
money at cards
That Pm wanting tobuy the poor childthes
some food
Now. Widow McNish! don't ys jabber and
Oh hone! Widow McNish!
can easily find betther rooms, III be bail
Oh hone! Widow McNish!
Ye may call me liar if I've liver fire,
And We niver inquire if I'm frozen or no
And but for the maid, by my sowl, I'm
afraid
I'd havctor my money a mighty poor show
Now, Ginril O'Toolc, how'd yer impident
tongue! :.
Oh hone! Gin'ril O'Toole!
For ye're out of your place dacent people
=. among,
Oh hone! Gin'ril O'Toole
And wish that before you darkened my
durc,
And dirtiei my tlure, your de2erts you had
met:
Bad luck to the day when you first came
this way.
Wild yer blarncy IL dissolute wilder to
chato.
Oh. Widow McNsh! sure pity yer state,
Oh hone! Widow McNish!
But the aisiest thing in the world is to wait.
Oh hone! Widow McNish!
Shure I've Honduras lands where the cocoa
tree stands,
And the monkeys in bands at the thfavel-
ers grin;
And when get there, won't | send You q
pair.
That'N pay yer ould bill, with as much
more agin? t
Oh, Gln'rll O'Toole, don'tyou think yon'rt
- haste:
Oh hone! Gin'ril OToole!
Shure yer outlandish brutes ] don't wan
in the Taste;
Oh hone. Gin'ril O'roole!
If the monkeys will pay that are over The
say,
Shurely one under kay is WORTH ten in thu
SO I'll go and engage convenient biz
cage,
And in it you'll pay off your bill if yo'
Place!
Oh, Widow McNish you've already on
Gagged,
Oh hone! Widow McNish!
It's yourself; my dear sowl,a she-monhc.
cnragcd; -....
Oh hone! Widow McNish!
In Jail can pine, but Id rather decline
Being used as II sign to advertise such game
For some might suppose, tand I'd die first
God knowsD
I'd wife in the house. and twas you wa
that same.
Now, Gin'ril O'Toole, will You pay me tn
rint?
Oh hone! Gin'ril O'Toole! e.
BE jabers, my darlint! | haven't cent;
Oh hone! Widow. McNish!
Then what will do? shure I'm ruined b,
you,
And III cry wirrastllru-for I'm murther''
and kilt
BY mighty big knave, that was born t
desaive,
And tindther young faymales wild blarne,
to melt.
Oh, Widow McNish is it me thatye name
Oh hone! Widow McNish!'t-
You bother my JANUS and murther IN
brain;
oh honel Widow McNish!
It's haythen ye are. for We Danish afar
Every illisant star that lights poverty
cell: 81
For you screech and You squall, and can
~ write 1t all, 49, -
When you poster my nerves with you
dirty ould bill.
Oh, Gin'ril O'Toolsl you unspeakabl
scamp!
Oh hone! Gin'rll o'Toole!
Pack your du,ls up, and OF my premise
tramp! $50
Oh hone! Gin'ril O'Toole! z,
Wild yer illigant nose, that nd frighten II