The state rights democrat. [volume] (Albany, Linn County, Oregon) 1865-1900, 1881-07-01

A Parody.
ny MAnco.


A native OF old Tro'and was standing on
tho pier,
There was lack of woman's talking, there
was lack OF lagor.beer;
but hummer stood beside him, though
his cash had ebbed away,
And stopped, with open mouth. 10 hear
each word he had to say.
Tho homesick Paddy staggered, ~ het took
that bummor's hand,
And said he, " niver moro shall see my
own, my Blddy Ann.
Take message telephonlo TO my distant
friends away,
For was born at Dublin, at Dublin on
tho bay.
"Tell my sisters and my brothers, whom
they como and sIt around,
To hear my shocking story In the larlor
underground,
That We drove tho ico-carts slowly, and
when tho day was done,
Full many Pat was snoring loudly,
dreaming Of past fun.
And midst tho sleep and snoring were
some grown used TO rows,
A rainbow round their poepors closed, tho
last of many blows
But some were green, and suddenly their
savings bank gave way,
Aud one had come from Dublin, fair Dub
lin on tho bay.
"1oll my mother that tother childers can
make her tea OF sage,
For am still the Irish boy that thinks his
home cage.
For my father was rover aud even when
a child,
Ny hair stood up to hear him tell OF In
dIans fierce and Wild.
And when no died and len us 10 contest
his will 81 square,
The lawyers took whato'er they could. but
left the old gray marc;
And with childish pride drove II where
the dark waves used 10 play
On the pebbly beach at Dublin, loved
Dublin on the bay.
'Tsll my sisters not IN frc. far mo and
spoil their lovely eyes,
When tho tramps coma hobbling hacl
again with stale and ready iies;
But to smile upon them slightly, with q
sick and studied smirk,
For theIr brother w4s hummer, ipo, ant
not afraid to shiIk.
And II some scamp shalt seek her hand,
ask her, for my sake.
To look upon him eoldly-his heart yot
cannot break,
Aud 10 put my old shoes ON the shelf nS
number tens away:
shall tramp no more nj Dublin fair Dub
lin on the bay.
There's another not cousin on holi
days 20 rlre,
You'd have known her by the ribbon
gay that twisted up her hair.
Too mnct frccklod FOR a beauty, Too n
for idle grumbling.
Oh Pat. you know the ligl'ieas cart make
sometimes heaviest rninbtng!
Tell her The last night You saw ne tlorer
tho sun DO risen,
Ny bottle wilt be dry again, myself Le on
OF pizen1,
Aiethoughl slo ID with her, and saw th
tickle moonshine play
On the old tin roofs oi Dabiin, caln, Dab
lin on the bay.
81 saw the dog carts pass along, aud fsi,
seemed 10 see
Tie swill fed pig that uss,l TO root IN gai
aeus calm and free
And down tho dirty alley, and np th
muddy hill,
The boisterous laughter sounded throug
tho evening calm and still.
And her two green eyes were on mo As v
walked with ioIl'ring pace
Through many lano we'd trod bofOr
and long forgotten place;
Aud her brawny hand upon mine mot
heavily did lay
Bot we'll spark no 'nore at Dublin, oi
Dublin ON tho bay"
His shaky voice grew thick aud lioars
his shoes began 10 squeak
His legs put on falling look, lac winke
and ceased TO speak.
The hummer bont TO liz him, for bAcl
ward he had sunk,
Tho Paddy OF old Dublin in n foreign Ian
lay drunk.
And tho watchmau came up sloAiy, aH
cautiously looked down
On tho rod nose OF that Irisllnsn -the re,
de,:s nose In town.
And quickly 10 his LITTLE bed they wheele
him straight away,
A. they used 10 do at Dublin, at Dubli
on the bay.