The morning news. [volume] (Savannah, Ga.) 1887-1900, 1895-11-17

Osullivans from Kerry, and five
tads 1, from Cork, and samp77
Tread on the Tail o. me Coat And whin
the music was over and twas so still you
could hear your hair CROWN on the top o.
your head the King bawled Are yez
neady% And they all said Yes but Dan
lei that had to fix his galluses 'Unloosh
the bastesr cried the King. The dures
were opened and the lions We're pushed
out into the arena wild red-hot pokers and
pitchfOrks by the circus min. Wan dark
night after the fighters were through wild
their days work, and they sittin' around
in the arena drinkin' beer an tellin lies,
Spartycus got up from key o nails and
says:
Il have things to say to We blaggards.
IN after gettin' tiliphone message from
Thomas Francis Meagher sayin' he wants
min to free the ould dart. Ye call me
chief, and, begorra, It's only right ye
should call me by that name. For tin
years l have met upon the arena every
kind of man, black or white, deVils the
hair I'd care. and basis wild hOOfs and
claws, and walloped thin ALL / don't say
this to brag but to show We I'm the boss
thumper O. the gang. Here Davy, fetch
me that growler! II there be tin among
We that dar' meet me-tiSt to fist, collar
an'-elbow. Gracea- Roman or catch-as-
catch-can, lave ye come up! Let We slip
up! Mush, mush. tOO-ral-i-adee! I'll scat
ter we around over the arena and make
dogs alvin O. We, and the coroner Will
gather We up in a bucket HurrOO! Hold
me coati And yet / was not always thus,
a hired thumper at less than union wages.
Ny ancestors came from Ballyscuttry and
settled among the furze bushes and pota-
to patches OF Sarsaparllla. in Connemar-
ra. My early life ran smoothly as hot
goose grease, and while the goats were
spOrtin' in the shade i played johnny
Get Your Cum on the accordion. Get
the towel, Davy, the water is in me eyes.
And there was gOsSoon to Join me IN
my sport, Ballyhaeg lad who shared my
praties and helped me pick the large red
ants out of our suppaWn. That night the
Romans landed on our coast. saw the
goats that had nourished me MIXED cry
as finder and our only pig broiled on the
rafters of our burning shanty. And lsaid
in my rage, "BegOrra I'll have the boy
colt put on your Romans. Y g malVathern'
thieves" To-day | killed a man IN the
arena and when 1 onlooshed his helmet
clasps he knew me. What are We gettin'
a day." says he. 1.-TWO dollars fifty" says
]. He says, "They are payin two seventy
five for killing boobies in Tipperary,.
Then he gasped and died. ] begged the
praeter lave me hire an undertaken and
have a wake over the remains before
buried him in Cypress Hills. but the prae-
er drew back as if l were an Orangeman
and said. Lave the Turk rot, shur there
and ea Tfamman{y hall min MIN And ,4jl5
and so must l. work like dogs for small
pay. oh, Rome, thou hast been tender
given to that sinStle, timid irish
lad, the horny hand of the
working man wild callouses on the PAINS
And ne shall pay thee back by kicking up
a strike and maxim the price of gladia-
tors five dollars a day and beer.
I'VE stand here now like giants as We
are. FAX, you are as tough a lot of
mugs as liver scuttled ship. But to-
morrow some Berry Wall shall pat your
red fish wild his kid gloves and bet on
your hustle. Hark. Dye hear the lion
roaring in his dem lis tin long years
since he tasted flesh But tomorrow bic
will break his fast wild Irish gladiators
Won IN, hoo 81 nl
and work for small paw II ye aye Irisu-
men, and not Dutchmin or dagoes. follow
me and go out on a strike. is Ireland
dead? Is the old Celtic spirit frozen in