Paddy Murphy on our Member.

Thames Star, Volume XI, Issue 3603, 14 July 1880, Page 2

Paddy Murphy on our Member.

I'm in a milancolly mood agin this week, for that mane ommadbaun, Bryce, has been backbitin' Johnny Sbeehan, so he has. Jist bekays Johnny is a janial girieroas boy that lores the darlintß, an' small blame to him, Masther Bryee thries to make out that my former collaige miss* o-propriated the fans, keepin' the Maori girls; quiet. Some of these could-blooded indorjjaals that nirer filt a glow ar lore's young dhraime cannot rayilise the posishun ar a warm-hearted boy like Johnny thrown into society ar a crowd o' half>caates and whole-castes. Ire no patience wid snoh mm, so Ire not, an' more! be taken, 111 gire Misther Bryee a bit o' me mind the nixt time I meet him up at Jack M'Ginnaty's on the Kay. I'm goin* to write a long baroic an' ipio pome on the snbjeok o' Johnny and his Maori lores. Ye'il glain by the followin' specimin that Ire adopted Mistber. Long* fellow's style, though ar coorse my rarses are much shuperior to the American note's:— Flfiß WATER. * Should he ax roe what's the rayson Johnny does not show his nose here, Though the session is advancin' In the timple o' Palarer ? I should answer, I should tell ye That ould Bryce, the dirty blackgucrd, Is disthrojin' the kar-ack-tbir ; O' the darlint o' the ladies, O f the boy that lores the crayohures, (Not the sperritual orayehures i Known as Kinnahan an' Dunrille, But ttie deep dark-eyed Whrenss, . , Down beyant grate Paryhaka). He's the boy can use the blarney 'Mong the lorely sable colleens, Through the ratters o* Waikato Or o'er the Plains o' Paryhaka; But the mane suspicious blackguards ' . Sitting on the Gur'mint binches, Sittio' there, an' mora's the pity, TUiV to blacken his kar-ack-thir; Jist bekays he spint a thrifleFor the comfort o' the colleens, Baisin' up the mighty Sperrit, g Known to fame as Firewather; Jist bekays his manly bussum Filled wid milk o' human kindness, Listened to the noble sarage— To ailch queenly faimate sarage, As she tould her tales o' sweet lore Undner the sublime influoince 0* the Sperrit—Firewathor. Och, me ourse ipon the varmints, Who would thus blight young affection, Jist bekays a palthry thousand /Vint away to Parjhaks. Niver mind the dirty railing, An* the rile abuse an' slandhers O' the mane decaitful blackguards Who are sit tin* on the binches; Think ipon the dusky fair ones, Who ipon the grate Waikato Chime their roioes to the warelets 0' the foamin' wide Waikato, Iver singin', " Johnny, darlint, Yer as lonely as the aigle, An' as purty as the kiwi Soarin* over grate Waikato. Johnny ye are Kapai! Zapai! . Thry and get once more in office, '. Sind us up the mighty Sperrit, Sind us up sthrong Firewaiher." This is the lamtnts and wailins N O' the darlint s in the North land.