St. Paul daily globe. [volume] (Saint Paul, Minn.) 1884-1896, 1892-05-01
AN IRISH STEW.
Written for the Globe.l

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She stood beside the fence that summer day,
Beside yon Struggling fence that skirts the
way.
And wore her furs unproftably gay,
Why come so late to John. she pouting
said. .--+
Then raised her eyes and modest hung her
head,
Aman he was to all the country dear.
For MASKING rustic DANES he had no peer.
And rushed the GROWER forty times a year.
''Why come SO late?' repeated she again..
Sweet Auburn, loveliest maiden of the plain,
Her health In plenty cheered the lab ring
swain.
And hair so red it almost gave a pain,
She wore a dress, she also wore a gown,
And the Azotine plant burned down..
Way down,
The Azotine plant burned down..
Full many a gem of purest ray serene,
The dark unfathomed caves of ocean bear.
Full many a pound of butter that looks
clean,
Is but a hiding place for yellow hair.
Full many a rose that hides its pretty head
Within the dark recess of some woodshed
Would shed a fragrance just as rare and
sweet,
If fianked by onion, carrot, turnip. beet.
Full many q dude with manner m )st serene,
The dark unfathOmed seats of street cars
bear,
Full many a time such gentlemen I've seen
Beat Thomas Lowry of his nickel fare.
Yes. Tom by dudes Is frequently do Re brown,
And the AZotiue plant burned down,
Way down. .
And the Azotine plant burned w
III.
Believe me. if all those great Sisseton farms,
Which are spoken of SO much today,
We're to change by tomorrow aud flee from
our arms.
Like fairy gifts fading away,
Tbav rynuI6 still ha raqI dear 40 Onr m 1uny
departs.
Let their loneliness fade as it will,
And around the ground floor every wish of
our hearts
1t is not while beauty and wealth are their
That our checks are profaued by a tear.
Or our fervor and faith In a lease can be
known. -
For time can but make them more dear. :
Now the man who sits down on u pin may be
dumb,
Tho it jabs bout an inch thro' his
But is more apt to show for a long time to
The same lock which he turned when be
rose.
Yes. he'll rise with a scowl and a frown.
He will,
And the Azotine plant burned down..
~.
Arrah, Paddy, dear, and did you hear the
news across the foam?
There are no Prohibitionists at Maggie Muir
phys home.
AS l met with Col'nel righteousness he
q took me by the ham:
He thought 1 was a dagn who sold the ripe
q banan.
Ns'Oh, how is old st. Paul?'' SEE 1, and this is
~ what he sang:
They're hanging men and women there for
~ training with de gang
Come, help me, friend" SEE he to me, upon
Nv election day.
Then you'll have no tax to paw, dago. and
will be king of May"
go way, you make me tired. Fred, L SAID,
with an awful frown
And the Azotine plant burned down,
Far down:
The AzOtine plant burned down..
Up from tine South at break of day,
Bringing to the Fifth warders, police report
ers and editorial writers fresh dismay,
The affrighted air with a shudder bore,
Like a Dad cigar in front OF McCardy's door.
Telling the GROWERS were on once more,
And the Az0tine plant in Innocuous desue-
And louder still those pillows of war
Thundered along from bar TO bar.
And louder yet thrO' the city rolled
The war of that wide sea uncontrolled,
Making the blood of the Pioneer cold.
As it thought of the stake in that terrible
fray,
And the Wood Harvester company twenty
miles away.
As he saifsd u Merz. zephyr bound for the
South;
'sWhat Il biawsted stencil ~ he said, with a
frown7
And the Azotine plant burned down.
Way down:
The Azotiae plant burned down.
M. j. Donnelly.