The morning news. [volume] (Savannah, Ga.) 1887-1900, 1898-11-13
PAT sULLIVAN'S WAKE.

PAT SULLIbAN'S WAKE.
A Grim Ballad of the North of Ire
land.
Charles p. O'Couor in the Belfast News. !
1.-TWO Irishwomen meet in the street, and
one is supposed to tell the other the affair
of Sullivan)
Pat sulliyans dead! Kilt by blow
He got, Monuaor! upon the green.
Mike Barry did it! Ruction rose
About Mikes sister, poor Moleen!
BY Crumen! sure It's woman still.
Gives to the world its great heartache; |
Come, Onna, listen, and I'll tell,
What did befall at Sullivans wake.
The sullivans-sure from kings they
sprung
Ere with his bounce across the say,
The Sassanagh come, they open house
For all kept down at Bantry bay
Fine beeves, go leor, they owned, me dear! |
And Spanish wine, ones thirst to slake, |
And galleys with tall masts TO ride
The waves-ah, yes, sure, Sullivan's !
wake!
Stretched out upon the boards, bedad
With white sheet covered to the breast,
Poor Pat lay taking his last rest
Ah manys the time at Mallow fair,
Himself ochone, the merriest rake!
He in the gutter dragged his coat;
All, yes, me DEAR sure, Sullivan's wakel |
It's like a drame Last Patrick's day
He with meself the hoore did welt:
All, how the rafters rung with shouts.
Twas, "troth avicl strip to the pelt!' |
mr.
soon!'
Look, now as dead as sailed hake
Is Pat, while Molleen makes the caion,
That bruk our hearts at Sulivan's wake.
och. Pat. ashore! Why did yez die?
Yer wife 1 waz, although no priest
Joined US as one. Och. Pat, / am
The mother of your child Ban Chrest!
Ne brother twas that laid yez low,
Here, Pat, me dead love, kisses take.
Look, see, press your mouth to mine
To mine!" The gra at Sulivan's wake!
Twas you could send the goal ball home
With lightning swiftness, Pat machree!
Say, mind yez of the match we played.
And yez gave in, that I might be
The winner? All, It's yez could dance
And sing, than notes of the corncrake,
Yer voice was sweeter!" Ona dear
I'll ne'er forget Pat Sullivans wake.
Yes. Onna, twas Mike Barry struck
The life, faith, out of our poor Pat;
At Clancys green they met, them both;
"Good-morrow, Pat said, Hound take
THAR
Mike yelled back, opening poor PATS
skull.
He died, ere you could Ave make.
And then? Well, let me tell you, dear.
What happened at Pat Sullivan's wake.
Molleen ceased bawling, then the doore
Went in, and there, me dear outside,
Stood bould Mike Barry-drunk of course
Molleen, she only thus replied
Come in Mike, Pat is lying low
With less of strength than the snow
flake
That falls in June. Come in Mike. come!
Och, ul-lul-lu! for sullivan's wake!
With black fierce oath. Mike entered in,
Unto us saying in this wise
"Gu dea a nth! Kind naybors all"
And then with drunken leer his eyes.
Turned where Pat in his glory slept
Said Molleen, Mind the lights, Tom
Blake,
Whist. Mike sit down, I'll soon come
back"
Hell, now we had at Sulhvan's wake.
And snuff and baccy at Pats feet;
1 thought my eyes would lose their
sight,
When having filled his black ,ludeen,
Mike lit it with The holy light
That walked the dead. Sure may sin,
But every bit o me did shake!
And-then Molleen came back. The lights
Are paling low at Sullivan's wake.
Yes, Molleen, faith and by the hand,
She led a curly-headed chap;
The very image, Onna dear!
OF him that got the bloody rap.
She TUX the boy up to the corpse,
While every heart leaped nigh TO brake.
! Saying, kiss your father Murty Oge!
Me boy, this is Pat Sullivans waxe"'
GO take away yer brat, We jade!
Ie'Ve brought us black and heavy
shame!
! No more at pattern, market, fair
We may hold up our head, our name
Is blasted by that thief lying there.
And yez," Mike yelled out, For Gods
saker
Molleen cried. Lave the dead alone.
Behave, Mike, at Pat Suiliyans waker
Sure not word says he at all
To yez that came with coward blow.
/ And while he wished yez Morrow" bruk
His skull why, Mike, he's lying low!
! Butt am-tere-so. Mike!-take-that!
And-that! and that! yez numbering
snakel"
Said she. and struck Mike to the floor
Ere yez could sneeze, at sul!ivan's wake
! Mike never spoke again. They TUX
Moleen and pat her into jail
/ They tried and hanged her one fine day,
Till She was dead. yez may 80 BAIL
| She would have got Off but they found,
To think of ii makes NE heart ache,
! The stocking with the stone, there.u,
/ That settled Mike at Sullivan's wake.
] Gu dea uth!-"God be with YOU"