The Brookhaven leader., 1884-04-03
TEDDY AND PADDY.


While yer spendn' tor gin.
Or whisky, gossoOn, what yer nadin for din
Yer mither. half dead
For praties and bread.
Sits cryin' her eyes Out-you graceless young
Not worth bent pin.
Drunken Paddy O'Fiynn!
Och. Paddy O'Plynn.
Such a wurrld as we're in,
Topsy-turvey wild sorrow. how can yez be
maxim
More trouble and care.
More CRATE and despair,
More wapin'. and wailing and bitter heart
breakin',
More vileness and sin,
Wicked Paddy OFlynn.
Och, Paddy O'Fiynn!
Aich tumber of gin
Is an ocean too dape for a sowl-it betrays ye;
Whin once yez go down
Ye're certain to drown.
If yeZ float, the sarpent is likely to saze ye;
And where are yeZ thin.
wretched Paddy OFlynn?
Och, Paddy O'Flynni
Shtand up and BEGIN
To look like a crature half-dacent and human!
Faith, I'll give yez me hand
Wild a bit OF me land,
And I'll lind yez shpade, and I'll kape the
Ould woman,
Till yer crops ye get in,
Neighbor Paddy O'Flynn.
Och, Paddy O'Flynn.
There's Heaven to win.
Hooray! smash the glass, shptil the stuff 50
dealin!
How the divi!s will howl
Whin they see yer poor sowl
Maxim tracks up the sky wild the angels all
smilin,
Happy Paddy O'Flynn!
PADDY o'FLYNN TO TEDDY MCGUIRE.
Och Teddy Mcclure!
Me hearts batin higher
To be gratin' yeZ here on American siie.
'Tis tin years, bedad.
Since / saw yeZ me lad,
On that sorrowful day whin left the Crane
A friend ye had been
To poor Paddy O'Flynn;
Ye had loved him and lifted him out of the
And me mither died bIessin' yez, Teddy Nc
GUire.
Och, Teddy Mcclure,
! can spake like the squire;
But the ould tongue is best, when l mate an
Here's watch in me vest
Like bird in its nest
I've praties in plenty and money to spend.
Come home eI with m me na' thin
And she II trate yez to something ye're sure to
desire:
It's a bountiful counthry. dear Teddy Nc
Guire.
Och, Teddy McGuire
No made TO inquire
If I've been at tho whisky-jug. Here is my
hand.
AS dacent and cane
AS the hand of quane,
And sthrong at the grip; not man In the
land
Could brag of more muscle,
Or bate in tussle
Wild Paddy OFlynn; and. troth, yell admire
The good clothes I'm wearn' now. Teddy Nc
Guire.
Och Teddy Mcclure,
If ye sthay in the fire
There's no help at all, but ye're sure to be
Lord love yez to-day
That yez dragged Inc away.
And chated the divil in spite of his boastin.
Let him rage II he plaze!
I'll not barter me aise,
Nor burn up me soul for the thavish ould liar:
I've done with the whisky-shops, Teddy Nc
Guire!
Look. Teddy Mcclure!
There's a church wild a shpire,
And hey ant a white house, wild q terrace below;
Bay windows complate-
Now ism { 1t mater
Wild roses all round il beginnin' to blow; +.
Wild lawn in the sun
Where the childer can run,
An orchard behind 1t. barn and byre:
And that is me residence, Teddy Mcclure!
Och, Teddy MCGUIRE.
Make haste and come higher;
There's me wife in the portico watchin' for me.
A swate Yankee girl,
Wild heart like pearl
And a will of her own. as yere likely to see.
Her father was mad
Whin | courted her, lad;
He'd give her no money, he swore in his ire,
But she loved me and married me, Teddy Nc
Guire!
Thin, Teddy MCGUIRE,
/ was workin' for hire.
Tid beautiful farm and dairy to tend;
But the ould man relintcd
And left us, contiDted
a snug little fortune TO kape us, me friend.
Fee de cbilder come out
Wild a rush and u shout
The swate little cratures!-to welcome their
sire
Wild laughter and kisses, dear Teddy MCGUIRE.
Och, Teddy Mcclure,
Me blood is on f1re,
Me heart IL Is batin' like waves on the say:
So great is me bliss
To be spakin like this,
And bringin' yeZ home TO me darlin's this day,
Sure think whin yez die,
All the angels will cry:
Here's the man that saved Paddy OFlynn
mountin higher!
Make room for the swate soul of Teddy Nc
Guire"
-AmaadI Il. Jones, IN The Continent.