Part 45 (2/2)

Wan--two!

Wan--two!

Be jabers, I'm dhryer than Brian Boru!

Wan--two!-- Time! Mark!

What's wur-ruk for chickens is sport for the lark!”

Sez Corporal Madden to Private McFadden: ”I'll not stay a gaddin', Wid dagoes like you!

I'll travel no farther, I'm dyin' for--wather;-- Come on, if ye like,-- Can ye loan me a quather?

Ya-as, you-- What,--two?

And ye'll pay the potheen? Ye're a daisy! Whurroo!

You'll do!

Whist! Mark!

The Rigiment's flattered to own ye, me spark!”

_Robert W. Chambers._

OFFICER BRADY

THE MODERN RECRUIT

I

Sez Alderman Grady To Officer Brady: ”G'wan! Ye're no lady!

Luk here what ye've done: Ye've run in Red Hogan, Ye've pulled Paddy Grogan, Ye've fanned Misther Brogan An' called him a 'gun'!

”Way up in Tammany Hall They's a gintleman layin' f'r you!

'An' what,' sez he, 't' 'ell,' sez he, 'Does the villyun mane to do?

Lock up the a.s.s in his shtall!

He'll rue the day I rue, F'r he's pulled the dive that kapes me alive, An' he'll go to the goats! Whurroo!'”

II

Sez Alderman Grady To Officer Brady: ”Ye pinched young Mullady F'r crackin' a safe!

An' Sinitor Moran An' Alderman Doran Is inside, a-roarin'

F'r justice, ye thafe!

”'Way up in Tammany Hall They's a gintleman layin' f'r you!

'What's this,' sez he, 'I hear?' sez he-- An' the air, bedad, grew blue!

'Well, I nivver did hear av such gall!

But if phwat ye say is thrue, He's pulled a fri'nd av a fri'nd av me fri'nd, An' he'll go to the goats! Whurroo!”

III

Sez Alderman Grady To Officer Brady: ”Here's Sullivan's lady Cavoortin' an' riled; She lifted a locket From Casey's coat pocket, An' it goes to the docket, An' Sullivan's wild!

”'Way up in Tammany Hall They's a gintleman layin' f'r you!

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