PADDY MURPHY ON THE TARIFF.

Manawatu Times, Volume III, Issue 97, 3 December 1879, Page 3

PADDY MURPHY ON THE TARIFF.

Lambton Kay, • Wellington, November 18fch. Ay ooorse yer thousands ar read bears will be on the tiptoe ay ixpictashun to hear me opinion ay the Major's flne-anahil statement. Well; beachune me an you an tlie bedpost, he s made nothin' less thin a holy show ay hnnsilf wid his Tariff. Ay eoorse he called up to see me on the Kay before he imptied his Budget m the House ; but begorra I'm not such an ommadkaun as to give advice to the mimy, so I'm not. "An 1 what d'ye think o me schaime, Paddy, allanab ?" ses th % Major, affcher Molly had filled up our tumblers three times for us. "Be me sowl ¥T\ T ° c , s *' " it>B mi ghty little I think ay i « ... ltarnalI J obleeged to ye" ses he, ay ye 11 put me up to a rinide or two," ses he. 'Begorra, I'll do nothin' ay the kind, me honey," ses I. « Arrah, don't be so rmngef ul, Paddy," ses he ; "you know we niust raise the wind somehow, and sure lm doin me level best to make things meet, ses the Major. "But blur-an'-ounthers, man alive, what d'ye mane," ses 5 oetaxin' split pays? Sure, ye might as well talk about taxin' split sthraws," sos I An so we are, ma houohil^ ses he ; " for we're puttin' ten shillin's on chaff." " An' what m the name ay all that's lucky iniuced ye to tax chaff ?" says I. « Whisper, Padd v, aviok/'ses the Major, "an 1 I'll tell ye, but mind it s a great saycrit' intirely. Ay coorse ye know that ould Tom Dick is a grate frind to the present Ministhry, an' he's beeneomplaimu that there's a grate deal too much jokin' an' levity goin' on m the House. He BC3 that we should discuss the counthry's affairs m a more sarious an' solemn mood, and so he advised us sthrongly to put a heavy duty on chaff," nee the Major. " Och ! luk at that now," sea I, " but I think ye huve a sthronger rayson thin that for taxin' chaff." "An' what may that beP" inquired the Major. "Why, ye want to rmnge yeraolves on Tincent Pyke an' stop his punnin', bekays he turned round on you," ses I. " Begorra, yer not far wrong," says the Major. " But I've a blacker crow thin all that to pluck wid ye," sea I. " Arrah yer jpkin'," ses the Major. " Musha, faix] thin, I'm not,", ses I. "What the juice d'ye mane be taxin' the cvay thin? ?" ses J. " Let us change the subject, Pat, me boy, for I feel the liquor mountin' to me head. Give us a stave ay a song before I go, and let us part good friends," ses he. Well, -'as. Molly was m the front o' the house puttin 1 the childher to bed m the back room, I | sthruck up the followin* song, ftfthev' which I help'd the Major aboord the late thramcar, an' wished him good night : DARLINT POTHEEN. Arrah, lave me alone, boys, to sigh an' to moan, boys, For sure it's mesilf that's m grief an' disthressj They're taxin' the crayth.u.r> aginat human - .•: nathurj They'll soon have this land m the divil's own naes3. "We've kept up our eperrits, an' stood on our mepjts, Before those ould Tories cum on to the scene ; But Bure the bould Major was made for a guager, Bad luck to the varmint who taxes potheen Sure vile cHgradashun must fall on the nation ! r Jfhat gives up itß whiskey for coffee or _ tayj It stands sure to rayson that sorrow an' thra,\3pn , Must come whin our pluck an* our sperrits decay ; ' Our Thrishurer's ack.shun may plaise a small facshuu,. ; It's jist an inducement for chaitin' the Queen, Sly stills will be. goin' where pare creeks are flowin' — In spite, o' the Major we'll have our potheen L In hiathory's. story weMl find Britain's glory I \i jsw to the. bpttle, fthe keg, an' the flask y Aich hayro so stout, boys, was ne'er put to rout, boys, Be^aysaitch bould warrior fought m a casque i Should our legislpchure vow wather the craythur • Begorra there soon will he wjgs^ on the . green j : The. beer a,n' the bre.win"- may &\l go, to ru.in So long aj3 they lave us our daiiint potheen. PADI)Y MUEPHY.