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Poetry.
POETRY .
PATRICK O'NEAL . AN IRISH SONG . TUNE- — " Sheela-na -guira . '' BY J . F . STANFIELD .
YE sons of Hibernia , who , snug on dry land , Round your sparkling turf-fires , with your whiskey in hand , Drink Kaie-mille-falterah ; nor think of the boys That are fighting your battles thro' tempests and noise : Attend to a ditty—' tis true , I declare ; Such swimmings and sinkings would make you all stares-Such storms , squibs , and crackers have whizz'd at my tail , Since the press-gang laid hold of poor PAMICK O'NEAL .
'Twas April the first I set off , like a fool , - From Kilkenny to Dublin , to see Laurence Tool , My mother ' s third cousin , who oft had wrote down To beg I'd come see how he flourish'd in town : But I scarce set my nose in that terrible place , When I met with a spalpeen , who swore to my face ; He beckon'd a press-gang—they came without fail ,
And soon neck and heels carried PATRICK O'NEAL . Then they scamper'd away , as they said , with a prize , For they thought me a sailor run oft in disguise ; But a terrible blunder they made in the strife , For I ne'er saw the sea nor a ship in my life : Then away to a tender they bid me to steer—But of tenderness devil a morsel was there !
Tho' I roar'd and I curs'd—oh , it would not avail-In the cellar ofthe ship they ramm'd PATRICK O'NEAL . This terrible monster roll'd about on the tide , And a large row of teeth was stuck fast in his side : They bid me to mount—and desired me to keep A fast hold with my trotters , for fear I should slip : So I let go my hands , to hold fast by my toes ; But the ship gave a roll , and away my head goes—I plump'd down in the sea , where I splash'd like a whale ; But with boat-hooks they fish'd up poor PATIUCK O'NEAL .
Then midst shouts , jests , and laughter , they hoisted me in To this great wooden world , full of riot and din . What rags , sticks , and pullies—what strings met my eye—And how large were the sheets that they hung out to dry !
Note: This text has been automatically extracted via Optical Character Recognition (OCR) software.
Poetry.
POETRY .
PATRICK O'NEAL . AN IRISH SONG . TUNE- — " Sheela-na -guira . '' BY J . F . STANFIELD .
YE sons of Hibernia , who , snug on dry land , Round your sparkling turf-fires , with your whiskey in hand , Drink Kaie-mille-falterah ; nor think of the boys That are fighting your battles thro' tempests and noise : Attend to a ditty—' tis true , I declare ; Such swimmings and sinkings would make you all stares-Such storms , squibs , and crackers have whizz'd at my tail , Since the press-gang laid hold of poor PAMICK O'NEAL .
'Twas April the first I set off , like a fool , - From Kilkenny to Dublin , to see Laurence Tool , My mother ' s third cousin , who oft had wrote down To beg I'd come see how he flourish'd in town : But I scarce set my nose in that terrible place , When I met with a spalpeen , who swore to my face ; He beckon'd a press-gang—they came without fail ,
And soon neck and heels carried PATRICK O'NEAL . Then they scamper'd away , as they said , with a prize , For they thought me a sailor run oft in disguise ; But a terrible blunder they made in the strife , For I ne'er saw the sea nor a ship in my life : Then away to a tender they bid me to steer—But of tenderness devil a morsel was there !
Tho' I roar'd and I curs'd—oh , it would not avail-In the cellar ofthe ship they ramm'd PATRICK O'NEAL . This terrible monster roll'd about on the tide , And a large row of teeth was stuck fast in his side : They bid me to mount—and desired me to keep A fast hold with my trotters , for fear I should slip : So I let go my hands , to hold fast by my toes ; But the ship gave a roll , and away my head goes—I plump'd down in the sea , where I splash'd like a whale ; But with boat-hooks they fish'd up poor PATIUCK O'NEAL .
Then midst shouts , jests , and laughter , they hoisted me in To this great wooden world , full of riot and din . What rags , sticks , and pullies—what strings met my eye—And how large were the sheets that they hung out to dry !