Delaware gazette and state journal. (Wilmington, Del.) 1883-1902, 1894-01-18
WIEN 1 Vas TWENTY WAN,

It's a stormy night, my pipes alight, an
sit me by the lire,
There's divil a soul to disturb me but the
cat wild the kittens by her,
I'll hitch me chair-a good oak log-right
up agin the brace,
An cross me legs in comfort, an smoke
me pipe in paice
I'd like to have shanagh, now, wild Rory
or wild Dan. atc
Or any of the boys l knew when l was
twenty-wan. ..
But no, for Rory's gone long since, an
Dan is gone likewise,
An many another-like that puff, they
started for the skies
1ere mott an ould man now yourself
come Lammas, seventy-seven,
An the. worl is rowlin' We quickly to the
golden gates of Heaven,
FAX, Mick, me boy, it's quare to think
what drOl things filled yer span
There's changes, troth an strange ones,
since you wor twenty-wan!
Ye mind the day that Una thripped wild
you unto the Alther,
An Father Pether laid on yous the
matthermonial halter?
Ye mind her sweet wee face, agrah, dark
hair, an sloe-black eyes,
That murdered many stout lads heart
ere you bore OFF the prize?
Ye carried head as high them times as
emmy in the lanl-- sS 'sE
For throgs We wor consulted, when you
wor twenty-wan.
An maybe wild some raison, too for We
wor strong an hale, .J
An tall an straight as poplar, wild a
heart that couldn't quail;
Ye wor first at heavin' the shoulder-stone
an first at canaan play;
An yer taytures was well-favored too, the
naybors used TO say.
But howsomediver that may be, at laist it's
tlirue, me man,
The girls admired Mick Moran when he
was twenty-wan.
An och how Irish girls have changed in
the years that's gone since then,
They aren't, sure, thesa at all they used
to be, inc fren';
But copyin' afther London danes, am
dhressing up like dolls,
Wild under.skirts, an over-skirts, an frills,
an foldherols,
Wild fringes, founces, bustles, an kid
gloves an fan
The sorra dhraims of such, girls did, when
was twenty-wan.
No; Una looked far prettier in striped pet.
IlcOatS, VOW
She cut no haythin monkey-fringe to hide
her sweet, white brow.
The tightest stay she ivir wore was my arm
aroun' her waist,
An when yer lips met hers, avic, it wasn't
paint ye'd taste;
She wore nate white bonnet, but no hat
like pan,
AM the sorra take the hustle when was
twenty-wan.
They're talkin' still of Irelan'-her bitther
wrongs an woes;
AM for redress they're callin'--prayin'
to her foes;
1t sames to me-though l am ould, an
- maybe in the wrong
The logic long ago we used was reader, an
more sthrong--
In my young days aich took pike an
rose up till mani;
Wrong, Wrongl" We say-well. blood WINS
hot when l was twenty-wan.
The worp has grown mortal wise, an wis
dom's still the rage,
Iroth, Mick agrah, sorely doubt yer far
benin yer age
Yer musty ould-worl notions. sure. Nv
81, what is wrong an right
The lad that's crammed wild larnini now
would iist call blatherskite;
But sui, say, if larnin' goes wild cunnin'
ham in ham,
Give me the honest ignorance foun when
twenty wan
We'll; God be thankit We had cares an
thrubbles in yer day.
But bore them, KNOWN thoroughly the
Man above's good pay;
An ye worn't. throg's, mistaken-for now
.ye're ould an ripe,
An yer days glide lake the smoke-wreatbs
there, that's curtin from yer pipe;
An lake that pipe you'll soon 20 QUITO
ashes turn, me man,
Jist as we've seen yer comrades go since
glorious twenty,wan!
-"Shuilers From Healthy HiHs.p