The Cambria freeman. [volume] (Ebensburg, Pa.) 1867-1938, 1874-03-27
C0URTING TIE KITCHEN.

Now, Nisther Malone, whin ye're sphakin'
like that,
II is aisv TO see-arrah, git out O. that
Whin disCOUrsin wild ladies, pohteness
should taChe
That we're not to use hands, sir, instead o.
yer spache
Should the misses come down, sir, how would
l appear
Wild my hair in disorder?-
Och, Kitty, my dear,
Yer pardon 1 AK; but yer mouth is 50 sweet,
It's a better acquaintance I'm sakin' wild it;
An | love ye that fondly-begorra, II ;
thrue,-
That I'm always unaisy unless I'm wild you.
An thin I'm unaisy as bad as before;
Au' there's nothin' II aise me at all any
more
Until yer hetrothal I've eot-antl, bcdad,
I'll not let ye go till yer promise I've had.
Well, like yer impertinence, Mr.. Malone!
1t is noways impertinent, Kitty, ochone!
For na to be lovin',the likes o yerself;
An We might marry worse, if | say il meSelf;
For my heart is yer own, an me wages IS
good
To be had for the akin of Dennis NJ Che;
For he's goin' 70 lave it, an thin it II do,
Wild some fXiu' and meudin', to keep out the
air,
An bit of a board TO patch here and there,
An a thrihe O. mud to discourage the cracks,
lacks.
An it's built on a rock, with a very fine
Of the country surroundin' that same ave
nue.;
An to be quite genteel an extension we'll
An therein establish an iiligant pig;
An then we shall prosper as nate as you
An yen see me an Alderman one O. these
An the children will grow up with schOOlin'
an sich,
An' in politics, thin, they'll be sure to get
rich.
Och. This is the land for improvin' the race;
So, Kitty, mavoUrneen, just turn round yer
lace
An give us one kiss the betrothal to own
The devil a one TO ye, Teddy Malone!
Dye think Ia be iavin' house o brown
srhUue
For the tumble-down shanty yer talkia'
about,
While 1 live like a lady, wild two evenings
An me wages is high an me wardrobe COM
Plate?
Sure. you couldn't tell misses from me on
the strate,
An at home it's the same, for she's fond of
her aISe,
An you couldn't tell which of us bosses the
An yere r'aIey presumin' to AK me to lave;
An 10y the same toleu-noW will We behave?
Let loose o my hand, sir!
But, Kitty, my dear,
Yr can't be inteudIn' 10 always live here,
va never husband to love ye at all,
Ah' never a baby
Whist, SIister Malone
Ie' very indelicate-
Devil a wan!
It. only the truth m tellin', indade,
That ye'Te never intendiu' TO die an ould
maid.
'Tis right ye are, Teddy!-how could you
know this?
Well, then, will it please you to give me the
kiss?
Get out wild you, sir! An how can I tell
But perhaps there's another would suit me
rs we'll?
Arrah, Kitty, me dar!in', don't say that agin
Ii yuu w0uldu't be KILN the tbruest of min:
But If there another you like more than me,
Then its taithless you are, an it's goiu' I'll
An III die broken hearted for lack of the
That I thought to be gainin'-
Why. Teddy, my boy,
Is it dyin' ye're speakin' Of? What would
do
To be left like a WILDLY a-mournin' for YOU ?
And ye wanted a kiss We'll, there, If you
must
Och, murther! the man is levourin' me lust!
1t is atm me up ye'd be atther belize:
Wei, its not 50 unpleasant-ye may if We
like;
An if any ones azIzin' about We, I'll own
That broth OF boy is me Teddy Malone.