The Findlay Jeffersonian. [volume] (Findlay, Hancock County, Ohio) 1870-1881, 1877-01-19
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LOVE IN THE EITECHRN,

''NOw, Dir Malone, when yer spakln' like
that,
1t is aisy % say-arrah. git out o that
Nhin discorsin' wild ladies pOliieness
should iache
That yer not 10 use hands, sir, instid ov
yer spache,
Should the missus come down, sir, how
would appear
Wid me hair all bewildered:"
''Oh, Kitty, my dear,
Yer pardon | AK, but yer mouth is so
sweet,
Its betther acquaintance I'm seekin' wild
An / love ven 50 fondly-begorra, its
That l'm always unaisy unless Tn wild
you.
An tim I'm unaisy as bad as before,
An there's noihin' IL aise me at ali any
more
Until yer betrothal I've got, and. bedad,
I'll mol let We go till yer promise I've had. :"
''It is just like yer impidince, Mr.. Ma
lsner'
Yer can't cali il impidint. Kitty. ohohe.
Fur mar TO be lovin' the like. OF yer
self
Fur me heart is yer own, an me wages is
good,
An l know Of a brick cabin built out ov
wood,
To be had fur the askin' of Dennis McCue,
Fur he's goin' 10 lave it, an Thin it'll do,
Nid some ixis an mendin' 10 keep out
the air,
An bit ov boord TO patch here an
An tIife ov mud to discourage the
An will make up in lovln' whatever it
An ii's built On rock, with mighty fine
Ov the country surroundin' The same avi
new,
An to be quite genteel, an extinsion we'll
rig,
Convaynient for keepin' an illigant pig,
An thin we'll both prosper as nate as We
plaze,
An yen see me an aldherrhan some O.
those davs,
An the childer will grow up with school
in an sich,
An in politics thin they'll be sure TO get
rich,
Oh, his is the land fur improvin' the race,
so, Kitty, mavourneeD, turn round yer
dear face,
An giveu Us one kiss the bethrOilal TO own.
The divii q bit ov it, Teddy Malonco.
Dye thihk Id be lawn house Ov brown
stone
Fur the ;Umblc-dewn shanty yer lalkiu'
about,
While | live like lady, wild two evenen-
in out,
An wardrobe 1 flatter myself is com
plcte?
Sure We couldn't tell missus from me on
the sthrcei,
An Al home it's the same, fur she's fond
oV her aisc,
An' lis ike your assurance to ask me to
lave,
An be the same token-nOw will We be-
have?
Let go me hand, SIR
But, Kitty, my dear,
Ye can't he intindin' TO always live here,
Nid niver husband, but mopin' alone,
An niver a baby
"Whisht, Mr.. Malone.
Yer very onmannerly."
'Divil a wanl
It's only the truth I'm tellin', indeed,
That yer niver intcndin' to die an old
maid"
Its right We are, Teddy, how could yeI
know this:"
We'll, thin, will it plaze ye to give me
the kiss:"
'Git out wild yer blarney, sure how can l
But there might be another would suit
me as well:"
"Arrah, Kitty, me darlin' don't say that
agin',
If yer wouldn't be KILN the truest of
min,
But if there's another We like more than
me,
Then it's faithless We are, an it's going I'll
be,
An l IL die broken hearted fur lack of the
joy
That thought to be gainin'."
why, Teddy, NE boy,
Is it dyin' yer talkin' ov: What would l
de-
An unmarried widda in mournin' for you:
An ye wanted kiss, sir? Well, there if
you must
Oh, murdher, the man is devourin' me
just!
it atm me up yc'd be afther belize,
Well, it's not so OnplaiZin', ye may if ye
like,
An If any ones askin' about We I'll own
That a broth ov boy is my Teddy Ma
lone
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