MARKISS AROON.

Akaroa Mail and Banks Peninsula Advertiser, Volume 3, Issue 274, 4 March 1879, Page 3

MARKISS AROON.

' Air—" Soggarth Aroon." Is it the truth they say, Markiss aroon. • "That you are goin' away ? Markiss, aroon. Lonely mesilf will be, Sadly to part with ye, ■George, Guss, avic, machree, Markiss, aroon. Act like a dacint man, Markiss, aroon. Thry an' do all ye can, Markiss, aroon. Whin ye raich Milburne town, Black Berry up an' down, He'll change yer half-a-crown, Markiss, aroon. Sir Bryan's a f rind o' mine, Markiss, aroon. To him I'll write a line, Markiss, aroon. Axin'his help for you ; Or else the blackguard crew Will get ye in a stew^ Markiss, aroon. Plaise yer Ix-cill-in-cee, Markiss, aroon. Take this advice from me, , Markiss, aroon: Whin numbers pass their bills, Don't put on any frills, Do what the public wills, Markiss, aroon. Give all the boys a thrate, Markiss, aroon. Cabinitpuddin' nate, Markiss, aroon; .. An' whin the Im-bis-say "Comes back from far away, Ax Berry up to tay, Markiss, aroon. Don't air yer iloquence. Markiss, aroon. (Lam to have betther since, Markiss, aroon) Take care atf niver mix In party politicks, , ~ , There they won't stand sich thncks, Markiss, aroon. Ay coorse on social thaimes, Markiss aroon, Harbor an' railway schaimes, Markiss, aroon, Shows, faists, an' bankets too, Ye can still spaike, it's thrue, Spbutin'till all is blue, Markiss, aroon. Don't be a party-zan, Markiss, aroon, Blarney thim all ye can, Markiss, aroon; Tell thim theyre hayroes grand, Praise up their noble land, Thin, darlint, ye may stand, Markiss, aroon. Take care and don't despise, Markiss, aroon. The Argus's hundred eyes, Markiss, aroon; Tilligraph an' Herald page, Yer attinsh'un must ingage, March onward wid the Age, Markiss, aroom All social questions doubt, ~; :iMarkiss, aroon, Don't go so far as Stout, Markiss, aroon; Jist be mere Stick to the grains, an chaff, Age, Argus, Tiligraph, Markiss, aroon. An now Georgy Gussy, dear, Markiss, aroon, Pardon this thxicklin tear, Markiss, aroon, Grief hardly lets me spaike, Darlint, me heart will break, — Go —an'me blessin'take, * Markiss, aroon, Paddy Murphy. 'Dear, • ,