The Irish standard. [volume] (Minneapolis, Minn. ;) 1886-1920, 1899-12-09

similating their territories. Here are
two of its vigorous verses:
Irish hearts, why should you bleed
To swell the tide OF British glory
Aiding despots in their need
Who oft have changed our green to
CORY?
None, save those who wish to see
The noblest killed, the meanest kill
ing,
And true hearts severed from the free,
Will take again the Saxon shilling.
Irish youths, reserve your strength
Until the hour of glorious duty,
When freedoms smile shall cheer at
length
The land of bravery and beauty.
Brides and threats, Oh! heed no more
Let naught but justice make you will
ing
To leave your own dear island shore
For those who send the Saxon shil-
ling.
Another famous street ballad that is
going the rounds Of the nationalist press
and doing duty for the Beers was writ
ten in 1857 by Robert Dwyer Joyce.
Although specially addressed to Tip
perary boys, its significance is national,
for that country, like "the men OF Wex-
ford," is symbolic OF the indulging Irish
feeling Of revolt against English rule.
Three OF its verses run as follows:
'Tis now we'd want to be wary, boys =
The recruiters are out in Tipperary,
boys;
If they offer g,ass,
Well wink as W. .ass--
We're ould birds for chaff in Tipperary,
boys!
Then hurra for gallant Tipperary, boys,
Although we are cross and conthrairy,
boys,
The d a one
Will handle a gun
Except for the green and Tipperary,
boys!
Bull wants but to pillagc and rob, my
boys,
And put the proceeds in his fob, MY
boys;
But let each Irish blade
T,1ct ctic1, 70 hi. trada
And leave Bull do his own dirty job, my
boys!
So never to list be in haste, my boys,
Or a glass of drugged whisky to taste,
my boys,
If to India you go
'Tis to grief and to woe,
And to rot and to die like bastc, my
boys.
Bad luck to the shilling we'll take, my
boys,
The poor struggling Indians to flake,
my boys,
For ourselves VIC will work
Against Bull, the ould Turk,
And in ireland his bread we'll soon
bake, my boys.
Then hurra for gallant Iipperary, boys,
Although we are cross and conthrairy,
boys,
There's never a one
Will handle gun
Except for the cause and Tipperary,
boys.
A rollicking Tilt is that and it is made
applicable to the present war by sub
stituting Transvaal for India in the sec
ond verse and Beers for Indians in the
third. Although young Irishmen arc
not now as ready as formerly to take
the Saxon shilling" there is little
doubt that these earnest and catchy ap-
peals to Irish sentiment are influencing
many impulsive. sodiclly souls from
joining the English army. Nor is it in
song and street ballad alone that the ap-
peal against enlistment is made. In
speeches and resolutions the same adj
vice is given throughout the country,
and OF course the jingo is angry, for ii
the war is to be prolonged and prose
cutcd to a triumph he will either have
to enlist himself or be conscriptcd.
These are alternatives Hodges never
fancied, and tbs no wonder in view OF
what threatens him that he shouts trca-
son at Pat, who goes through the coun-
try ridiculing the recruiting sergeant
and gleefully singing, Faith, likes
Garryowen when hears it at home, but
tits not half so nate when you're going
to be kilt" 1t is in time like this that
England regrets her past misconduct
toward Ireland. Time was when she
could get thousands of Celts for the ask
ing, but now they are deaf to her argu-
ments and shillings. She has planted in
famine graves or driven across the seas
men who carried her flag to victory.
She now wants to fill the ranks, but the
Irish peasant does not respond; neither
does the Scotch highlander, for he also
has been driven from, HE native hestI,