St. Paul daily globe. [volume] (Saint Paul, Minn.) 1884-1896, 1894-04-29
JUST BEFORE THE BATTLE

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| lMr Doran has q few requests to make of
| Mr.. Wheeloek.
You must wake and call me early. call me
early. Joseph dear,
| Next Tuesday II be The dreariest time of all
OF all this dreadful year, Joseph, the sad
dest sorriest day.
/! For I'm to be slaughtered in MAY, Joseph.
I'm to be slaughte ed in May.
! There's many black. black eye. they say.
but none so black as mine,
There $ Col. Wright and poor McGill and j.
Ham not in line:
The Alrs have got corner on all this land,
they say.
But m to lie slaughtered in May. Joseph.
I'm to be slaughtered in May.
can not sleeps at night, Joseph, wake aud
sleep aid wake;
day LE2ius to break;
Foregoalf fural offerings AID buds and gar
lands gay,
For I'm 10 be slaughtered in May. Joseph.
I'm 10 te slaughtered in May.
AS came ihe court house steps whom
think you did see
But Bob smith. cool and confident, and
smiling broad ut me:
The twinkle in his eye, Joseph. serenely
seemed TO say.
You're Sire to lie slaughtered in May. Doran.
sure to be slaughtered in May.
He thought was ghost Joseph, for was
And ran by ii1E9Kithout speaking like flash
Of grease3Gght:
They call me CHI 53kea-hearted. but care not
what theY sly.
For I'm to te slLuyhtered in May, Joseph,
I'm to be slaughtered in May.
They say that 1 may get there, but that can
never be:
They say Tim Reardon's heart is breaking
but what iSthnt to ME,
For many a bolder lad ii WOO me any sum-
mer day,
But Tn to lie slaughtered in May, Joseph,
I'm to be slaughtered in May.
George Thompson VIII go with me on Tues
day to the polls.
And You'll be there too, Joseph. to see me
flied with holes:
And the VOTERS on every hand will come
from far away
To witness the slaughter in May. Joseph, to
witness the slaughter in May.
The night winds come and go, joseph, on
the Summit avenue grass
And daily with your lilacs. which they rustic
as they rass:
may take a drop of bourbon at the closing
o! the day.
To prenare for the slaughter in May. Joseph,
the terrible slaughter i'll May.
All the valley Joseph. II be fresh and green
and still.
And the cowslip and the crowfoot will be
blooming or the hill:
And the rivuiet i'll The flowery dale III n err
rly dance and play,
just The same Iii be slaughtered in May,
Joseph. woefuily slaughtered in May.
So you must wake and call me early, call me
early. Joseph. dear
Tuesday II ne The rockiest time of all this
fateful year.
OF all this dreadful year, Joseph. the saddest,
SOrrieSt day
For I'm to be slaughtered In May, Joseph,
I'm to lie slaughtered in May.
ELECTION EVE.
If you're waking. call me early, call me early.
Joseph. pray,
dav: a--.s
II is the last election that may ever see
Then the voters will lay me low and think
no more of me.
Tonight saw the sun set, he set. and left be-
hind
The A P. A; the G. o P. and all my yeace
of mind;
And the election Is near at hand. Joseph.
and shall never see
The blossom on the branchlet of the mayor
atty tree.
Two years ago about this time we had a
merry day,
And fooled the people shamefully and led
them all astray.
We shouted gang and prated bout what
we meant 20 do.
The while we knew that what we said was
cruelty untrue.
The authorizations awful and tends to give
me pain,
My one desire to live awhile so may run
again:
wish that Ham would melt and let my sun
come out on high.
long 10 fill some good, fat berth before the
day die.
The building rock II cav from the windy
And the tuf,ed plover pipe along the fallow
lea.
And the swallow will come back again, as
swallows sometimes do.
But these will bring no comfort to either me
or you.
When the. flowers come again, Joseph. be-
meath The waning light.
You'll never see me more. for III be out of
sight:
When from the Sixth ward heights the sum-
mer airs blow warm
On the man who ventured out in the great
election storm.
They'll bury me, Joseph. not beneath the
hawthorn shade,
But beneath a weight of ballots in the Demo
cratic raid;
shall not forget you, Joseph. for you helped
to do the job.
With your leading editorials on the gang
and Prince de Bob
have been wild and hayward, but you'll
forgive me. Joe,
And kiss me on my whiskers, and forgive me
ere go:
Nay. nay, you must not weep or let your
tear drops spill:
You should not fret for me, Joseph, for Van
divers with you still.
Good night. good night, when 1 have SAID
good night forevermore,
And you see me hurried hastily where Reps |
have gone before;
Don'tlet Freddy come to see me till my grave |
is growing green,
He IL be better mark for you than ever 1 |
have been.
He IL find my willing tools around in factory |
and store;
Let him take them, they are his. will never
want them more;
But tell him when I'm gone to train the |
boomlet that set
As fragrant as nosegay Or a bunch of mign-
onette.
Good night, sweet Joseph. call me before
the day is born:
All night 1 lie awake, but fall asleep at
morn:
But would see the sun rise upon election
day: