The Irish standard., 1907-06-08
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WITH the POETS
Marty Dye.


YOU takers vile l'gin
OF vent wen YOU OF aunty was a
slave an wo'ked LAX sin.
Don you min my laffin's, honeys. flu
you'll laff too hy-an'-by
Reilly I CANT stop dis latin Wen
t'ink o. Marty Dye.
Deah OIL Marty was Cattle. an a
good slave thoo an thoo;
Keep de nastah's house shinin
'twant a ting she couldn't do.
Evah Sunday ! could see huh in dc
blessd cabin whaih
Rev'ren Father hocked us da'kies flu
Gle Mass an song an praih.
Well, one day wifin de ouatahs all was
'citement high an low
Flu ro' Marty sickened dreadful. an
We fought she'd cross Gle sho'.
An wifi evan href a suffern' she
would cry: Bring Father hyeah!
Bestes' doctor. he kin cure me! He
alone kin bring me cheah!"
Some dem da'kies' heats We're black
err dan he dehil's skin an deirs,
So dey said dey'd fool OIL Marty. learn
huh othah things an praihs
An dey went to Preachah Williams
him what KEEP Gle meetin' place.
Him what called de pries's oil dehis
wifi debil's hons an face.
Yes, Gle rascals called dat preachah
toll him bring communion too!
Scanlous! scan'lous! an he come dahl
wifi his dog to- help him thoo.
An he looked so sanctimonious. tried
to initiate de pries',
Toll po Marty he was sorry. an had
brought de hlessid feas
Toll huh dat de Rev'ren' Father had
jes' lef' dat ve'y day:
II,
be some weeks erway.
TOT huh he was Father Meanah f'on
city neah Gle sea,
An had come in Fathers absence
! f'om all pain to set huh free
Marty listened, eyed him monst'ous.
lay as still as hens kin lay,
'Twell de preachah put on vestment.
in his hifalutin way
Den sneaks right up to help huh, an
| whispah. preachah. deah.
An she des got awf'ly cited Wen she
seed dat rascal neah.
An de preachah sot down gracious
an gan Within on some bread
An de crumbln' whittlin's fallin' I,
| his dog beneaf he fed.
An he whitfield, whitfield. whittle,
twell Gle bread sized lax n host,
Wen he riz an said he'd give hui
Father, Son an Holy Ghost.
who am you?" Of Marty sputtercd
what you tryin' do hycah? Say!
You a Father? Whaih's you hons, sub
| an you tail an face? Erway!
You done give You dog communion
won TEX his leavin's. no!
Pisen him wifi dcbil-br sub, bu
not me! no! Lcmme go."
Men she riz in bald an smashed hin
on de haid. an hyeah an daih;
Riled his ten,pah twcll hit bubbled
flew his fcddahs evahwhaih.
An l laffed twell ! mos tainted as
watched dat preachah skoot,
WIFI his debil-bread an bruises, an
his frightened dog to boot.
Nevah clapped my pair o seems OF
a sight q jolier fun
Circus hain't no wo'd to spress hit
had all jokes beat more'n a ton!
An de rascal preachah. mind you,-
we'll, he fell so had from grace,
Dat he sholy broke some membah, an
DIES uglied all his face.
what became o. Marty Aunt?" erie,
de chillun rnarin' 'roun'
Tell us more! Dat scrumptous dandy
We don min you laffln SCUM.
Laff1n's 'fectious, an we's got hit
sutny got I know ouah shaih.
But did Mastah call for Marty? Di
she climb de golden staih:"
Not dat time, my III honeys. de
got so feared o. def,
Had to stop an hol' my feet fom run
min off wifi all my BRET
Last got t. Fathers cabin,-aftah fv
long miles, flu true
An he flew daih lax an angel, cure
huh soul an body. too.
But she did die one yeah aftah, will