Den Parson Brown mader speech
Dat held de congregation liker leech,
All yo folkes oder be a shame
Fo tryen to spile de church’s good name
I don’t carah ef it am picnic day.
Parson wasn’t fread to say
He made his speech jist dat wah,
An’ when he’s thru, he wiped his brow,
An’ the congergation moaned liker cow
On picnic day.
Den de boat pulled into land,
Parson madum understand
Anybody not actin rite
Will walk de water back home to-night,
Dis am er church picnic day.
JUST AN IRISHMAN’S WAY
If your name is Mc or O’Maley
Come and shake hands with me,
That’s the brand killarney gives
Before sending us over the sea.
No words I can speak
To hold more true
And to show I’m an Irishman thru and thru,
Than those that are blending
To the Irish minds
Sure Mc or O’Maley
Is just the time.
Sure this is an Irishman’s way,
Though to you it may seem odd;
But the land they are from is a paradise
Blessed by the greenest of sod.
This makes me proud
Sure to be,
And to meet an Irishman
Just like me.
Then we can tell of the lakes and dells
And the beautiful shamrock bordered shores.
OFTEN TOLD
Oh! the beautiful morning sun
That shineth on the mistic dew,
It sparkles different colors
Once your eyes would do this, too.
VIOLET AND YOU
Early in the spring
Beneath the veranda grew
A lonely little violet,
And it brought our love anew
The days that we were parted.