The Kenosha telegraph. [volume] (Kenosha, Wis.) 1860-1888, 1884-03-21
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HOW PADDY Vas SAVED.

HOW PADDY VAS SAVED.
TEDDY MCGUIRE TO PADDY o'FBYNN
Och, Paddy O'Flynn,
Are yez at it agin-
Or1nk5-drlaking away wild the lame and the
Sure it's small wit yez had,
At yer soberest, lad;
So what can 1t be when yer head has gone
crazy
Wild whisky and ginq
Foolish Paddy O'Flynn.
Och, Paddy o'Flynn,
See the pickle yer in!
Bare elbows and toes, dhirt and raggedness,
Paddy.
Saint Patrick would shame
To be spakin' yer name;
Wouldn't, own yez a son of ould Ireland,
me daddy;
But the divils would grin
To see Paddy O'Flynnl
Och, Paddy O'Flynn,
While yer spendin' tor gin,
Or whisky, gossoon, what yer nadin' for din
Yer mither, half dead
For pratieS and bread,
Sits erwin her eyes out-you graceleSs young
Not worth bentpin,
Drunken Paddy O'Flynnl
Och, Paddy O'Flynn,
Topsy-turyey wild sorrow, how can yez be
maxim
More trouble and care,
More CRATE and despair,
More wapin'. and wailing and bitter heart
brealIin,
More yileness and sin,
Wicked Paddy O'Flynn.
Och, Paddy O'Flynn!
Aich tumbler of gin
Is an ocean too dape for a SOVIET betrays We;
Win once yez go down
Yere certain to drown.
IT yez float the say-sarpentis likely to SAFE We;
And where are yez thin,
Wretched Paddy O'Flynn?
Och, Paddy O'Flynn!
Shtand up and begin
10 look like crature half-dacent and human!
Faith, I'll give yez me hand
Wild bit of me land,
oud woman
Till yer crops We get in,
Neighbor Paddy 0'Flynn.
Cch, Paddy O'Flynn.
There's a Heaven to win.
Hoorayi smash the glass, shpill the stuff so
How the divils will howl
Whin they see yer poor SOwl
Maxim tracks up the sky, wild the angels all
smilin',
To welcome yez in,
Happy Paddy O'Flynn!
PADDY o'FLYNN TO TEDDY MCGUIRE.
Och, Teddy McGuirel
Me hearts batin higher
To be gratin' yeZ here on American sile.
Ills tin years, bedad.
Since saw yez me lad,
On that sorrowful day Whin / left the Crane
Isle;
A friend We had been
To poor Paddy 0'Flynn;
Ye had loved him and lifted him out of the
And me mither died blessin' yez, Teddy Nc
CURE.
Och Teddy MCGUIRE,
] can spake like the squire;
But the ould tongue is best when L mate an
oud friend
Here's a watch in me vest,
Like a bird in its nest
I've praties in plenty and money to spend.
Come home with me, thin,
And see Mistress Wynn,
And she'll trate yez to something ye're sure to
It's bountiful country, dear Teddy Nc
Guire.
Och, Teddy MCGUIRE,
No made to inquire
If I've been at the whisky-jug. Here is my
hand,
AS dacent and clane
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 0 Flynn; and, troth veil admire
The good clothes I'm wearin' now, Teddy Nc
CURE.
Och. Teddy Mcclure,
If We SHAY in the fire
There's no help at all, but yere sure to be
roastin';
Lord love yez to-day
That yeZ dragged me away,
And chated the divil in spite of his boaStn'.
Let him rage if he plazel
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
CURE!
Look. Teddy McGuirel
There's church wild shpire,
And beyanta white house. wild O terrace below;
Bay windows complate-
Now isn't it nate?
Wild roses all round it beginnin' to blow:
Wild lawn in the sun
Where the childer can run,
An orchard behind it, a barn and byre;
And that is me residence, Teddy MCGUIRE!
Och Teddy Mcclure,
Make haste and come higher;
There's me wife in the portico watchin' for me.
A SWate Yankee girl,
Wild heart like pearl,
And q will of her own. as yere likely to see.
Her father was mad
Whin courted her, lad;
But she loved me and married me, Teddy Nc
CURE!
Thin, Teddy MCGUIRE
l was Workin for hire,
Wild beautiful farm and dairy to tend;
But the ould man reinted
And left us, continued,
A snug little fortune to kape us, me friend.
See de cbilder come OUT
Wild rush and shout
The swate little cratures!-to welcome their
sire
Wild laughter and kisses, dear Teddy MEG uire
Och Teddy Mcclure,
Me blood is on fire,
Me heart it is batin' like waves on the say;
So great is me bliss
To be spakin like this,
And bringin' yez home to me darlin' this day,
Sure | think whin yez die,
All the angels will cry
"Here's the man that saved Paddy O'Flynn
mountin higher!
Make room for the swate soul Of Teddy Nc
CURE
-Amdndd T. Jones, IN The Continent.
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