Vermont phÅ“nix. [volume] (Brattleboro, Vt.) 1834-1955, 1873-11-21
POETRY.
a KETCnR.v' ROMANCE.

n RITCHR.v ROMANCE.
Now, Mr. Malone, whin yere shpakin' like that,
1t is asy to see-arrah, get out o. that!
whn discoursn wild ladies politeness should tache
That ycre not to hands, sir instid o. yere spach'
Should the missus come down, sir, how would al
pear
Wild me hair in dsorther p
Och! Kitty, my dear
Yer pardon l ak but yer mouth is so sweet
It's better acquaintance I'm feekin' wild It;
An I love ye that fondy-begorra, it's thruol-
That I'm always unaisy unless I'm wild you.
An thin I'm unaisy as bad as before;
An there's nothin II aise me at all any more,
Until yer betrothal I've got-and bedad,
III not let ye go till yer promise I've had
Well, like yer impertinence, Mr. Malone!
1t is noways importlnent, Kitty, ochone!
Fur a man to be lovn the likes of yersolf;
An ye might marry worse If say II mesef.
Fur me heart is yer own, an me wages is good,
An know Of residence, built out of wood;
To be had for the askin' of Dennis McCuc;
Fur he's goin' to lave It, an thin itll do
Wild some hxin an mendin' to keep out the air.
An a bit of board to patch up here and there
An triHe o. mud to discourage the cracks,
An wen make up in lovin' whatever II lacks:
An its built on a rock, wild very Gnc view
OF the country surroundin' that same avenue;
An to be quite gcnteel an extension we1l rig,
An therein establish an Elegant pig;
An thin we shall prosper nate ye PLACE,
An yen see me an alderman some o. those dlysJ
An the childther will grow up with schoolin an sict
An in politics, thin, they'll be to get rich
och this is the land fur mprovin' the race;
SO, Kitty, mavourneen, just turn round yer face,
Atff Gle l,atr, tNoI, !,
The divil one to you, Teddy Malone
Dye think I'd be LAWN house o. brown stone
For the tumble-down shanty ye're talking about,
While live like lady, wild two evenin's out,
An me wages is high an me wardrobe complate?
Sure, ye couldn't tell mssus from on the strate
An at home it's the same, for she's fond Of her ase
An ye couldn't say which Of us bosses the place;
An yerc rally presumin to ask me to lave,
An by the same token-now will ye behave!
Let loose of me hand. sirl
But, Kitty, my dear,
Ye can't be intendin' to always live here,
Wild niver husband to lcve ye at all,
An niver q baby
Whist, Mr. Malone!
Ye're very indollcate-
Divil wan
It's only the truth that I IN tellin' indade,
That ye're niver intendn to die an old maid.
'Tis right ye ere, Teddy How could ye know this
Well, thin, will it Place ye to give me the kiss?
Get out wild ye now, sir! An how can tell
But perhaps there's another would suit me well
Arrah! Kitty, mo darln, don't say that agn,
If ye wouldn't be KILN the thruest Of min
But if there's another ye likes more than me,
Then it's faithless ye are, an it's goin' I'll be-
An I'll die broke hearted fur lack Of the joy
That thought to be gaiuin-
Why, Teddy, me boy,
Is it dyin' ye're speakin' Of? What would do,
To be left like a WILDLY a-mournin' fur you?
An ye wanted kiss well there, If ye must.
Och, murther The man is devourin' me just.
Is it 'itin' me up ye'd be afther belize?
Well, it's not SO unpleasant-ye may If ye like;
An if any ones askin' about ye I'll own
That broth Of boy is me Teddy Malone.
Peieg Arkwright