Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1874-01-24

I'll go ravin' mad with the rabies,
And bite Misther Wood and his babies!
Great, big bow-ow wow.
That's his step at the dure,
I'm sure
Och! I've ate half the old barn flure
With the joy and the rage!
Bow-wow WOW! Bluranage,
Why don't ye come fasther,
Ye pitiless masther?
Take this neckcoth of steel OFF me throttle
What is that in yer pocket? bottle!
Sure, we've bin on spree!
That plainly can see,
Celebratin' the victhry of Caleb's DEBATE
With illigant whisky and lashings to ate,
Och! tits little blame We for gittin' uproarious
sure, the solemnest dog in the town wud gil
glorious
On such an occasion!
But, yerra, what raison
Did We lave me alone here?
With divil a bone here
To crunch up for Joy,
And just thinkin', me boy,
IL was Calebs ould shin!
Tho don't care a pin
About my lost breakfast and dinner,
For tits little | care about dhrinkin' or atm
Since heard of the ilhgsnt ratin' and batin'
They gave the ould DOgmatic sinner.
Bowl WOW! ow
rake yer thumb OFF me throttle, | tell We!
lis the CRATE day for me and yourself, Misther
Kelly!
R-r-r-r- WOW! ugh! owl!
When think how the ancient cur-mudgeon,
without salso1, got up his high dudgeon
And made us the sport
OF O'Snelligan's court,
Smacked us both on tie shoots with his blud-
HIS iegal.manity bludpeon-
can tear up the ture with me paws,
AS ia tear his wig and his laws!
Wow!
If ] only could fasten me jaws
On the safe of his breeches,
I'd map out the site of some illigant stitches!
Bow Wow wow.i
ferra thorrman, yowl!
I've often heard saw,
" livery dog has his day
Sure if Caleb had his whin he STINT us to iail,
He can cut OFF me tail,
And make il a fail
TO thrash us and smash us if we haven't ours,
Win your hearty hurrahs and my yawping
But the real dogs day is the night,
AID the dark Is his natharel light;
yet because some could lady" of quality,
whose brains are bejumbled be iollity.
Lies awake in the dark,
Her mind like a spark
OF her youthful bontires,
Buried deep in the ashes of burned out desires
A poor dog cannot bark,
To let other dogs know
That he lives in the row,
But he's up fore the judge,
Mustn't shuttle nor bulge
TIL he's bound TO the pace
When he laves the dhread place
With his ears fioppin' down
Meath Dogberrys frown;
And he's down in the mouth,
(like a slave in the south
In the old days, from which the Lord save us,
when Caleb made love to Jeff DavisD
With his tail 'twixt his legs,
AS he whimpers and begs
His life and his freedom from CushingI
Ough the blood in me body is rushing
Sough, into me head
Let me 90 Pm in Qhread
III run mad If you hould me much longer,
For the madness grows stronger and stronger
must sniff the fresh air,
Give one tivil-may-care
or bark, which shall burst thro' the wool in
his ear,
Howl, "This is the dog which you muzzled last
o Bow, wow, wow,
Things have changed since you fined US last
year."
There you've loosed me at last Did you ever
By your own or some others endeavor
Feel the looseness of throwing OFF chains,
How the blood galavants thro' the veins
When you find yourself free?
Congratulate me
With freedom thus sweetened with Caleb's re-
jectlonl
My mercury risin' at Caleb's detection!
New I'll howl till the alleys shall echo his shame,
TIL the dogs of the city shall grow at his name.
AT the dead Of the night we shall meet meath
his windy,
And thin all at once Wen begin such q shindy
With bowling and yowling
And bark king and snarlng,
And singing in chorus, "Oh, Caleb, me darlin 2,
Just lind us a lock of yer hair
To wear and tear.
Bow WOW! WOW! Bow wow WOW ~
Faith the hair on his wig will grow white
With fright this night
Bow, WOW, WOW!
Faith, me voice is in beautiful tune!
Sure m thinking the man in the moon
Will think all the dogs of the town
Have gone stark staring mad,
AS they roam up and down
Yelling like Maherafad!
Don't bother yourself wild the gate,
Is this time to split hairs,
or go for to putin on airs
Wild opening gate
For dog that can't wait,
But can fly over fences or bars?
Bloody wars,
Watch me go. Oic, o1l Faith, 1 tell We,
we've cause to be proud Of yer dog, Misther
Kelly.
(Ciedrs the fence at bou,sd.)