The Irish standard. [volume] (Minneapolis, Minn. ;) 1886-1920, 1899-11-25
NEWS FROM IRELAND

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A Beggar In Verse.
When you've shouted "Rule Britannia
when you've sung "God Save the
Queen
your mouth
Will you kindly drop shilling in my little
tambOurine
For gentleman in kharki ordered South?
Dukes son-Cooks son-son of hundred
4 Fifty Thousand horse and foot going to
Il Table BayD
i Each of EN- doing his country's work land
who's to look after their things?)
Pass the hat for your credits sake, and
pay-pay-pay!
-Rudyard Kipling.
: When you've finished reading stories Of
how British heroes bold
In thousands took an humble cattle
train
And travelled to Pretoria unheeding wet
and cold
So Joubert's bullets ceased to fall like
rain.
"Would you kindly drop shilling in my
little tambourine''
For the widows and the orphans Jo-
seph made,
Else the poor deserted beggars in the
workhouse will be seen
And your bob won't keep some out I'm
much afraid.
Slaves son-Nnave's son-good men
from Ireland too
(Hundreds dead or wounded or pris-
oners far away
Each of them doing the DEVILS work and
sorry they got it to do
Joseph, his servant ordered it, so pay
payday!
"There are girls he married secret, ask
ing no permission to-
Fact, the chap would nave been
Tagged" for bigamy-
So the task of keeping them alive must
now devolve on yOu-
Send your shillinss and your guineas
round to me!
Though I'm awfully beholden to the
) lingo Daily Mail
"a fount of braggart bunkum, trash,
and lies)-
Though I'm mighty glad ''intoirely" to
give credit without fail
To the "Hirish" Independents center
prise
Still ''the girls he walked with casual
in the piping times of peace
Will all need a bob or two while he's
away
For prisoner in Pretoria awaiting his
release
Cannot dun the British Empire for his
&c. Cooks son-Duke's son, and every
stay-at-home
CThirty million Britishers with sad
dcncd hearts to-day
Come with your hobs to help the maids
who at this side of the foam
Are looking for other sweethearts-
hurry uL-pay-pay!
There be Beers by tens Of thousands who
are fighting for their land
(And they aren't spouting rhymes in
music-halls)
There be gallant peasant soldiers, each
with tr,lsty gun in hand,
Fighting when and where their threat
encd country calls
&AAA t1iS! AiSh SSilhllS 1OuScllSC JUST W
keep their courage up,
Nor depending on Five-Guinca Kipling
''pomes'-
They are treating Tommy Atkins to an
'orful' bitter cup,
A-dcfending of their country and their
homes
They don't want the blood-stained SOW
rcigns of the rabid Daily Mail,
Nor the Independents NANCY five
pound-fvcs-
They are facing-boys, they're chasing
Englands best on hill and vale
Not a-begging for their children and
their wives.
So your charity's not needed for the
genial, gentle Boer.
Tommy Atkins girls" claim it
through his pote;
The Dutchman's wife and ''llids" won't
beg or starvc though he is poor,
Nor will he write such verse as Kip
ling wrote.
Giles an abscnt-mindcd beggar"-but he
never will forget
(And Rudyard Kipling never need re-
mind him)-
The leaden hail, the fear with which the
gallant foe he met,
And the haste he made to leave that
foe behind him.
Dukes job Cooks job" Rhodes
joh-that is the War
All the sink OF jobbery is now in a
- pretty way
While brightly shines DER blood and woe
Raul kruger's lucky star,
Tho British nOnt CT volne ont
pay. payv'
The Irish People.
TigreSs of the Nations.