The New Orleans bulletin. [volume] (New Orleans [La.]) 1874-1876, 1875-05-23
ORLEANS, SUNDAY, MAY %, 1875.
AN IRISH LETTER IN VERSE.
"REMINISCENCES OF 1869.

RHMINIscENcE OF 1869.
To Mr.. Teddy MGinnis. Eshq,.i,e, Ki,do,rer.a
County Cork, Ireland, from his cousin, DENIM.
O'F2aherty:
DEAR TEDDY:
Ne pin in me hand L am takin'
To write yez this bit Of schrawl,
AZ hopin' in health it will find yez,
As place God, its LAYING US all;
An Ted, Eli be afther lnquirin'
How yez doin' this bright summer day?
How are the pigs, an the childer',
And the rest of yez over the say,
Teddy me bye?
Shure, Ted, it's an illigint country;
There is praties an whisky galore,
An mighty good pig for the atm,
An money to buy it, ashore.
An for clothes, bedad I've breeches
Wild niver patch or hole,
An to mass Judy goes wild bonnet
An q feather as black as q coal,
Teddy me bye.
An election times, Teddy, me darlintl
Twud make yer ey es stick out a fut
To see how the greenbacks are fyin,,
An how quick our pockets they're put.
Shure what is the use OF ballot
II to sell it yez always refuse?
The way is to pocket the money,
An vote just as yez choose,
Teddy me bye.
An that brings me round to the shtory
That I'm scratchin' this letter to say:
Election times comm an, Teddy,
Its wanted yez are right away;
For Dimmykrats are not so plenty,
But we want all the byes over, shure,
To shwing the shillsly, dhrink whisky,
An shove in the votes for Saymore,
Teddy me bye.
Never mind about risidince, Teddy,
Shure yer risidince is undher yer hat
Divil one have yez got in Kildowery-
Lave to me all such matthers as that,
Shure me sisters son, Paddy Mulloney,
Has friend in New Yc;k who will shwear
That yez worked by his side an dug cellars
In Ameriky many year,
Teddy me bye.
He'll fix up yer papers SO nately
That yell think yez Amerrykin born
In good shute of clio hes yell be sthruttin',
Instead of yer brayches all torn.
When up to the polls ye are marchin',
Shure the naygurs will sll hold their whisht
II some blaygard axes impident questions, .
Just tip HIM shmell ov yer fisht,
Teddy me bye.
Och, Teddy, now don't yez be sthaying;
Hang your furnity on to your shtick,
An shtep out for Cork an take passage
For Amerriky sudden and quick,
For the country will 60 to the divil
Under naygur an radlkle shway,
Unless saved by the votes and shlllalays
Ov the byes irish from over the say,
Teddy me bye.
They're atm Us up wild their taxes,
An sthamps, an the devil Knows what,
Though, barrin' the duty on whisky.
Niver tax out OF me have they got),
They've given US green rags for money,
(Its a fisht full l wish that had),
An we're shtarving on beef and corn whisky,
Which is mighty good shtarving, bedad,
Teddy me bye.
But that's not the worst Of it, Teddy,
The naygur's citizen now,
Can vote like Dimmy KRAFT white man,
An shtick up for his rights in row.
So perverted is public opinion,
1isn't safe to crack open his shkull,
An the hair on Dimmikrat's Uranium
Is no better than Afrikin WOOL
Teddy me bye.
In the mornin' when laving the shanty
Judy echrames out, "Dinnis, don't COL
Some murtherin' thafe of naygur
Will be KILN me Dinnis. know,
An then comm down to the shanty
An marryin' me right cut Of hand!"
That naygur should marry me Judy
Is more, bedad, than Ill shtand,
Teddy me bye.
But we'll soon give the scoundhrels drubbin,
Vallandigham's now to the fore,
Thad. Stevens has gone to blue blazes,
An, bedad we've friend in Saymore.
So pack up your dhuds in hurry,
Not forgettin' to shpit in your tisht,,
An lay hould on your blackthorn shillalay,
An we'll soon give the naygurs twisht,
Teddy me bye.
Your cousin. DINNIs O'FLAHERTY.