Arkansas weekly mansion., 1884-03-29
Temperance Reading.
HOW PADDY VAS SAVED.


AT yer soberest lad;
So what can 1t be when yer head has gone
Wid whisky and gin?
Foolish Paddy OFlynn
Och. Paddy OFlynn,
See the pickle yer in!
Earc elbows and toes. dhirt and raggedness'
Saint Patrick would shame
Wouldn't own yez "a son of ould Ireland.
Hut TIC divtls would grin
To see Paddy O'Flynn!
Och. Paddy O'Flynn.
While yer spendin' tor gin.
Or whisky. roisoon, what yer nadin' for din
Yer nlithcr, half dead
For prat:eS and bread,
Sits erwin her eyes out-you gracelcsS young
Not worth ii bent pin.
Drunken Paddy O'Fiynn!
Och. Paddy OFlynn.
Such n wurrld as were in,
Topsy-turvey wild SORROW. how can yeZ DC
More trouble and care.
More yratc and despair.
morc wapin,. and wailins and bitter heart-
More vicncss and sin,
Wicked Paddy O'Flynn.
Och, Paddy O'Flynn!
Aich tumblcr OF gin
Is an ocean too dape for Il sowl-it bctrays yc;
Nhn once yrz go DOWN
If yez float the say-sarpent is likely to saze ye;
And where are ycH thIn,
Wrctchcd Paddy O'Flynn?
Och Paddy O'Flynn,
Shtand up and begin
To look like IA cratnrc half-dacent and human!
Faith. II; Eixc ycz me hand
Wild IL bit OF me land,
And I'll lind yrz shpade, and I'll kapc tho
ould woman,
Ti TaifSSor Sss srfss PssaSs Ss 59fiynin. ST IN
Och. Paddy O'Flynn.
There's Al Heaven to win.
IIooray: smash the glass, shpil the stuff SO
How the divi's will howl
Whn they see yer poor SOwl
Maxim tracks up the sky, wild the angels all
TO welcome yez in,
Happy Paddy O'Flynn!
PADDY o'FLY.S TO TEDDY MCGUIRE.
Och. Teddy Mcclure!
Me hearts batin higher
70 be gIatin ycz hero on American sile.
'1IS tin years, bedad.
Since saw yeZ, me lad,
On that sorrowful day whin left the Crane
\ friend We had been
To poor Paddy q Flynn;
Yc had loved him and lifted him out of the
And me mithcr died blcssin yez. Teddy Nc
Guirc.
Och, Teddy Mcclure,
] can spakc like the squire:
But the oud tongue is best, when L mate an
Here's ii watch in me vest,
Like Il bird III its nest
I've pratics in plenty and money to spend
Come home with me. thin,
And see Mistress O'Flynn,
And shell tra'e yez to something ye'rc sure to
It's "a bountiful country, dear Teddy Nc
Guire.
Och Teddy Nct;uire
No made TO in Iuirc
If I've been at the whisky-jug. Here is my
hand,
As daccnt and clanc
AS the hand of Il QlIane.
And sthrong ut the grip; not Il man in the
land
Could brag of more muscle.
Or bate in Il tuSSlc
,Tn Wid Taddy % b 81 Flynn; and troth ye,ll & admre m
Guirc-
Och Teddy McGuire.
II yr Sthay i'll the fire
1hcrc : no hcIp it all, but ye re sure TO be
Lord love yez today
That ycE dragged me away,
And cl!atcd the divi in spite of his boastin'.
Nor nr m Il bin NE raEG s # Jr hf S RaTfs fvrsn oud ar
I've done with the whisky-shopS, Teddy Nc
Guira.
Look. Teddy Mcclure.
And bcyanta a whit, house wild a terrace. below;
Bav windows complate-
Now Isn it natcE
Wild roses all round it hcginnin' to blow;
Wid IL lawn III the sun
Where the chider can run.
An orchard behind It. Il barn and a byrc:
Och. Teddy Mcclure.
Make haste and come higher;
There's m" wife in the pOrtico watchin for me.
a Swatr Iankc. girl
Widi heart like 4 pearl,
And il will of her own. us yc-c likely to see.
Her father was mad
Whin cOurtcd her, lal;
He'd give her money. he SrOrc in his ire,
But she owed me ana married me, Teddy Nc
Gurc!
Thin, Teddy McGuirc.
! was wOrkin for hire,
Wild a beautiful farm AMI dairy to tend;
But the Ouid man r.lintcd
Aud left us, cOntintci l,
a snug little fortune to kapc us, me friend.
Scn de childcr come
W:I rush and shout
sirc
Wild laughter and kisses, dear Teddy Mcclure.
Och Teddy Mcclure,
Nc blood is on fire.
Me heart it is hatin' like waves on the say;
SO great is me bliss
To be Spakn' like this,
And Dringn' yeZ home to me darlin' s this day,
Sure | think whin yeZ die,
All the angels will cry:
"Hcrc'S TIL, man that saved Paddy O'Flynn
mountn ghcr.
Make room tor the swate soul of Teddy Nc
Guire
in,