The Recruit Do I hunt fur the throuble? Mayhap, now, it's thrue Upon certain occasions that's jisht what I do. 1911 Shure, how else would they know-I'm that stunted an' small I'd the heart of a man in me body at all?" Says little Dan Crone. "Well, thin, keep yer opinion. 'Tis little it's worth," Says little Dan Crone. "Faix, we're jisht the most peaceable race on the earth, If ye l'ave us alone." Thomas Augustin Daly [1871 THE RECRUIT SEZ Corporal Madden to Private McFadden: "Bedad, yer a bad 'un! Now turn out yer toes! Wan-two! Wan-two! Ye monkey-faced divil, I'll jolly ye through! Wan-two! Time! Mark! Ye march like the aigle in Cintheral Parrk!" Sez Corporal Madden to Private McFadden: "A saint it ud sadden To dhrill such a mug! Eyes front!-ye baboon, ye! Chin up!-ye gossoon, ye! Ye've jaws like a goat— Wan-two! Ye whiskered orang-outang, I'll fix you! Wan-two! Time! Mark! Ye've eyes like a bat!-can ye see in the dark?" Sez Corporal Madden to Private McFadden: Yer shins is as thin As a pair of pen-holders! Wan-two! Wan-two! Yer belly belongs on yer back, ye Jew! I'm dhry as a dog-I can't shpake but I bark!" Sez Corporal Madden to Private McFadden: To blacken yer eye. Compel me to scold ye, "Tis halt! that I say, Will ye heed what I told ye? 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 gadd'n Wid dagoes like you! Finnigin to Flannigan 1913 Ya-as, you, What,-two? And ye'll pay the potheen? Ye're a daisy! Whurroo! You'll do! Whist! Mark! The Rigiment's flatthered to own ye, me spark!" Robert William Chambers [1865 FINNIGIN TO FLANNIGAN SUPERINTINDINT wuz Flannigan; Boss av the siction wuz Finnigin; Afther the wreck wuz all on agin; That is, this Finnigin Repoorted to Flannigan. Whin Finnigin furst writ to Flannigan, Repoorted to Flannigan. Now Flannigan knowed more than Finnigin- An' it wore'm clane an' complately out To tell what Finnigin writ about In his writin' to Musther Flannigan. Whin Finnigin got this from Flannigan, He blushed rosy rid-did Finnigin; An' he said: "I'll gamble a whole month's pa-ay Befoore Sup'rintindint, that's Flannigan, Repoorts won't be long agin." Wan da-ay on the siction av Finnigin, An' some kyars wint off as they made the shwerve. "There's nobody hurted," sez Finnigin, "But repoorts must be made to Flannigan." An' he winked at McGorrigan, As married a Finnigin. He wuz shantyin' thin, wuz Finnigin, As minny a railroader's been agin, An' the shmoky ol' lamp wuz burnin' bright In Finnigin's shanty all that night— Bilin' down his repoort, wuz Finnigin! An' he writed this here: "Musther Flannigan: Off agin, on agin, Gone agin.-Finnigin." Strickland W. Gillilan [1869 PIPE AND CAN A RELIGIOUS USE OF TOBACCO THE Indian weed now withered quite; Thus think, then drink Tobacco. And when the smoke ascends on high, But when the pipe grows foul within, The ashes, that are left behind, Robert Wisdome (?) [?-1568] ODE TO TOBACCO THOU who, when fears attack, Sweet when the morn is gray; Sweet, when they've cleared away Lunch; and at close of day Possibly sweetest: I have a liking old For thee, though manifold Stories, I know, are told, |
