Little Brown. "Mammy Snores—if you like!"
WIGS ON THE GREEN;
Or, the Friends of United Ireland.
Air—"Enniscorthy."
You may travel over Europe till your heart and foot-soles ache,
You may meet wid many a warrior, but don't make a mistake,
The wondher of the wurruld, and of pathriots wide-awake,
Is the Parthy that is "led" by poor McCarthy.
The way they "pull together" fills a man wid shame and dread;
They're all in love wid Erin swate—or lasteways so 'tis said—
And the way each proves his passion is by breaking 'tother's head,
'Tis that that plays the mischief wid McCarthy.
Chorus.
For Dillon goes for Healy'S chump,
And at O'Brien aims a thump,
And Redmond hits all round with anger hearthy;
And the sticks they all go whacking,
And the skulls, faith, they are cracking.
When Justin tries to lead the Oirish Parthy!
When they got "a little cheque" or two a desperate row arose,
Tim Healy dashed at "Honest John" and fought him to a close,
And Redmond showed designs upon O'Brien's classic nose,
It was that which riz the dander of McCarthy.
They hustled round poor Erin so they nearly knocked her down,
She barely dodged a cudgel that was aimed at Dillon's crown,
"And och!" she sighed, "if this is love a colleen well may frown
On the wooing of a crack-brained Oirish Parthy."
Chorus.—For Dillon went for Healy's chump, &c.