PADDY MURPHY’S LETTER

Temuka Leader, Issue 269, 6 July 1880, Page 2

PADDY MURPHY’S LETTER

Lambton Kay, Wellington, June 30 I’m In a melanoolly mood agin this week for that mane omraadhaun, Bryce, has been backbitin’ Johnny Sheolun, so ho has Jist bekays Jonnny io a janial ginerous boy that loves the darlinta, and small blame to him, Master Bryce times to make out that me former eollaige miss-o-propn ated the funs, keopin’ tlie Maori girls quiet Borne o these could-blooded indovi juals that niver lilt a glow av love’s young dhrairao cannot rayilise . the pbsishun av a warm hearted boy liko Johnny thrown into society ova crowd o’ half castes an’ whole castes I’ve no patience wid sich min, so I’ve not, an’more, bo token, I’ll give Mister Bryce a bit o’ mo mind the nixt time I meet him up at Jack M‘Ginnaty’s on the Kay I’m g®in’ to write a long haroio an’ ipio pome on tho subjeck o’ Johpny and his Maori loves Ye’ll glain be the followin’ spocimin that I’ve adopted Miather Longfellow’s style, though ay coorso my varses are much shuperior to the American pote’s : : FIEEWATHEB. Should ye ax mo what’s the rayson Johnny does not show his nose here, Though the session is advancin' In the timplo o’ Palaver — I should answer, I should tell ye That ould Bryce, the dirty blackgwd. Is disthroyin’ the karackthir O’ the darlint o’ the ledies, O’ the boy that loves the craychures, (Not the sperritual craychures Known as Kinnahan an’ Dunville,

, But the deep, dark-eyed Whyeuaa " Down bpyaut grate Paryhaka). - De’s the boy can use the blarney ’Mdhg the lovely .sable colleens, 'Through the valleys o’ Waikato. ■ .O’er the- plains.of Paryhaka.j mane suspicious blackguards- . Sittin’ there, an’ more’s the pity, - Thry ta blacken hie kar-acksthir Jisbhekaya he spint a thrifle For the comfort o'the colleen^. . Raisin’up the mighty Sperrit, - -Enown to fame as'Firewather ; ■ Jist bekaya hu manly buseum’,”- - -■ Pilled wid milk o’ human kindnaee, Lxsteiied to the.noble savage—--‘To aioh queenlyfaimalosavage, ; As she tould her tales o' sweet lore, -wP Undher the sublime inflooinoe Q’ thoSpeerit—Firewater : Odh, nie eiirse ipon the varmirits, -Who would thus blight young offset ian, Jist bekaya a palthry thousand ' W.i b away to Paryhaka jfiver mind the dirty railins; An the vile abuse and slandben .. O’ the mano decaitful blackguards Who are sitttn’on the benches | Think ipon the dusky fair ones. Who ipon tue grate Waikato Chime their voices to the wavelets O’-the foamin’wide Waikato, Iver singin’ “ Johnny, darlint, Yer as lonely as the aigl®, An* as perty as the kiwi Soarin’over grate Waikato. Johnny ye are Kapai j Kapai 1 Thry and get oneo more in offloe, Sind us up the mighty Speerit, * Sind us.upsthrong Firewatber.*’. This is the lamints ah’ wailina ' ’ ■ O’the darlints.in the North lands —“ .Advertiser‘