MRS. ROONEY’S COMPLAINT.

Evening Star, Volume VIII, Issue 2116, 16 February 1870, Page 3

MRS. ROONEY’S COMPLAINT.

Ah thin, Mickey, my jewel, Your thratement is cruel, Whin you know that in music I take such delight; Sure you go to the Hall, To hear Thatcher and Smalt., And lave me to mope by myself half the night. Arrah ! take me, Mick dear. For I’m longin’ to hear, The man who gives humbugs such powcnul raps; Who makes such big jokes, On the quality folks, And physics thim poor “ Ould Identity chaps. Faith, they tell me that Small, Is the clivil an’ all, Wid the songs of ould Ireland he cornea out so grand; Shure they say that the rogue, Has the gift of the brogue, _ So he must be a boy fresh from Ennsgicen land. I’m tould that this rip ( Has a song about “ scrip, 1 Which he sings in the dhress of a wicked ould Jew; An’ my coimthrymen swear, Who have heard him down there, He’s the nuarest curmudgeon that ever they knew. ThiiCthere’s Daniels, ochonc ! He’s the line baritone— His voice charms the hearts of the ladies, 1 m tould, . „ Whin he gives them Rhine \\ me ; But it sounds .superfine, . . , Whin he’s singin’ “ The Sexton, or Diggm for Goold.” 8o Mick, don’t mistake me, Ye’ll just have to take me ; if you don’t on my conscience there II be a great squall ; I’ll kick up a riot. An’ never rest quiet, Untill I’ve heard Thatcher, and Daniels, and Small.