THE COMET.

South Canterbury Times, Issue 3018, 29 November 1882, Page 2

THE COMET.

(“ Paddy Murphy ” in “ Public Opinion.”; Och, Misther Piazzi, be aisy, An’ don’t thry to frighten us so, Begorra, ye’il drive us all crazy, But, darlint, yer j .king, I know, While watchin’ the brutiful comet, Yer brain has be;n turned, 1 11 go bail, An’ though yer a grate distance from it, Yer head must be caught in its tail. Och, don’t I remember, me honey, Yer Perrimid stori-sso fine, An’ now—f ox, begorra, it’s filnny— Yer sthruck with the symbol an' sign Av speedy disthruction and danger— Already we’ve sint up a wail For pity ; the sky-scrapin’ sthranger I waggin’his beutiful tail.

I’m tould be the asthronomer able The comet onq evenin’ dhropt in To dine at ould Jupither’s table, An’ as he’s a Hider-o-gin, He swallowed his Schnapps from a bucket, An’ dhrank of his “ Square’’ be the pail ; So freely an’ sweetly he tuk it, The liquor got into his tail,

An’ whin in his cups he got frisky, He thried to kiss Vanusso chaste, But Mars, who'd been tastin’ some whisky, Kicked out the unmannerly baste. An’iver since thin, throng > the ages (The blackguard, he shccld be in gaol) He flashes an’ flares up an’ rages, An’ slashes the stars with his tail.

Och, Masther Piazzi, be aisy, I know that yer fond av yer yun, But don’t let the cornet, so crazy, Jump into the mouth o’ the sun. His fit o’ dUariam thraimins Has made lovely Luna turn pale ; Och, plaize put a stop to his schaimin’s, Piazzi, bold on to his tail.