Pine Bluff daily graphic., 1896-07-15

Kelly, the Irish comedian who died re gently, were aware that he was the au- thor of score of popular songs. Kelly,s first attempt at song writing resulted in parody on the old time song 4tpullino Hard Against the Stream. D The paroav was published by Henry Wehman of Park row, who sold 15, 900 copies of it Kelly than produced ''The Songs Nv Nanny Sang" This he sang himself and 1t made his first genuine success. A few days before his death he ap- peared at charitable entertainments on Blackwell's island, N Y., and this was the last song he sang. He set the words to catchy music, and at the end of each verse introduced an old time lullaby. as follows: can always find solace when my spirits may
 be low In the thoughts of happy childhood and the
 songs of long ago. And often in the evening, after slipping tea. I've tried to sing old fashioned songs nv
 nanny sang for me. They Il kiss you and caress you, and they'll
 spend your money free, OA
 me. long to sing the old fashioned soags, with
 their cid fashioned melody, There are no songs that seem so sweet as the
 songs my nanny sang for me.  At the end of the second stanza he introduced "Gyp, Gyp, My Little Horse, y and at the end of the third verse "Roc4aby, Baby'
 Kelly was in the habit of telling his friends the history of this song, which he said was based on facts, made inter- esting by the lullabies taught him by his mother. The old lady is still living i'll Philadelphia, and it is said that ev- cry time the comedian visited her she insisted upon his singing this song of songs.
 As an entertainer of clubmen Kelly had few equals, and his visits to the clubhouses of New York were always looked forward to with much interest. On these occasions he would sing his own compositions such as 'sOn a String" "Nebedy's Stuck On Youo and the 'sIrishmen of Today !" His most popular song, however, was probably Throw Him Down, McClosky, which was sung by Maggie Cline Here are the words of it. Twas down at Dan MeDevitt's, at the corner
 of this street, There was to be prize fight and both parties
 were to meet To make all the arrangements and see every
 thing was right McCloskey and nagur were to have finish
 fight. The rules were London prize ring and Me
 Closkey said he'd try To bate the nagur wid one punch or in the
 ring he'd die. The odds were on McCloskey, though the bet
 ting it WAS small Twas MeGloskey ten to one on the nagnr
 none at all.
 CHORUS "Throw him down, McCloskeyi' was to be
 the battlecry. tThrow him down. McCloskey; you can lick
 him if you try, And future generations, with wonder and de
 light, Will read on hist'ry's pages of the great Mo
 Closkey fight. '' The fighters were to start in at a quarter after
 eight, But the nagur did not show up. and the hour
 was gettlng late, He sent around messenger, who then went
 on to say That the Irish crowd would jump him and he
 couldn't get fair play. Then up steps Pete McCraclsen and said that
 he would fight Stand up or rough and tumble, if McCloslkey
 didn't bite. NcCloskey says, 'I'll go youi" Then the sec
 onds got in place, And the fighters started in to decorate each
 others face. They fought like two hyenas till the forty
 seventh round; They scattered blood enough around. by gosh,
 to paint the town; McCloskey got mouthful of poov NeC:aeken's
 jowl; McCracken hollered "Murtbur!" aod his sec.
 onds hollered 'Fcul!" The friends of both the fighters that instant
 did begin To fight and ate each other-the whole party
 started in: You couldn't tell the diff renee of the fighters
 if you'd try, McCracken lost his upper lip, McCloskey lost
 eye
 Previous to writing this song Kelly had composed one on his namesake, Kelly, the baseball player, entitled Sllue, hoIlys toliuc. 4p N"S SupS III every vaudeville house in the country, and proved a good investment to the publisher, Frank Harding, who pur- chased Kelly's interest in it. Here is sample verse of the song with the chorus: played game of baseball, belong to Casey's
 nine, The crowd was feeling jolly, and the weather
 it was fine. nobler lot of players I think were never
 found Than the omnibuses landed that day upon the
 ground. The game was quickly started; they sent me
 to the bat: made two strikes Says Casey. "What are you
 striking at?" I made the third. the catcher muHed, ana to
 the ground it fell; run like diyil to first base, when the crowd
 began to yell: