A Tribute to Departed Worth.

Thames Star, Volume XII, Issue 3778, 5 February 1881, Page 2

A Tribute to Departed Worth.

To me ould frind that's diparted to sake frish fayldes and paschures noo:— It's not plazed wid ye that I am fur the way that ye lift us, widout biddin' me ajew. I'll forgive yez this onct, an' don't do it agin," ay ye plaze; an'—betoken that I'm not angry wid ye—l have komposed a little pome to kape me in rimimbrince, to the chune ay " Kathleen, ye'r goin' to lave me." Ye've an illigant vice, so ye 'aye, and whin ye'r singin' ye nadn't to moind the.jnuskitis.; they won't mdlist ye at all, at all. Iv conclewshun, I'il say in the langwidge ay the potes— " May yer shaddy niver grow liss."

j Arrah, darlint, och whoy did ye lave us; ( Faix, I wondher who'll kum in yer plase ; Sure, yer absince will viry much grave us— It is alridy sane in aitch fase. Te Arrar'r a bewtifull digging, Wid it's goold mountin, river, and glen, May ye shtop there till ye gib yer pinshun— 1 can hear the loud cries ay amin. Sum miners are diggin and delvin, Sum are dhrinkin ay beer, rum, and gin, But they'd betther now uaoind what they're doiu',

Or quickly ye'il run thim all in. Wid tbe Mowrys ye'il git on (dear oruyt.ures), Ye can fraternise wid 'em—ooh hoae ! Bub, be gorra, there's no p'rambulalora : Little nurse-girls will cry, "Och Mavrone !" 'Tie proposed to give a teshtimonal — One ye can waar unther yor cape; The lasht was a child's fadin' bottle, And a pack of cards tied round wid crape. Sure the prisint one will be a beauty : A leather naidal is what sum propose, Or ilse—the brite top of a jam tin ! Bedad, moighty foin on yer uniform close. Och, the County will foind ye a trayshure, Faix as sure as ye kutn from :-he bogs ; The tin bobs ye'il bring in whin at layshure Ye pounce on the collarliss dogs. Ye'il be down on the grogshops and shanties, And soon put an iud to their rase ! Yer bound to saycure a conviction — Ye bo cliverly gib up a kase. Whoo-Eoo. Gl-ramestown, Fibrary the Fort.