Absurd Ditties. G. E. Farrow

Absurd Ditties - G. E. Farrow


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the monarch ov thot oiland

      Iz King Hulla-bulla-loo.

      Oi wuz docthor to thot monarch

      Wonct. Me name iz Pat O'Dooley.

      Yis, you're roight. Oi come from Oirland,

      From the County Ballyhooly.

      An' Oi'll tell yez how Oi came to be

      A docthor in Koodoo;

      May the Divil burn the ind ov me,

      If ivery word's not thrue.

      Oi wuz sailin' to Ameriky,

      Aboard the "Hilly Haully,"

      Which wuz drounded in the ocean,

      For the toime ov year wuz squally.

      An' Oi floated on a raft, sor,

      For some twinty days or more,

      Till Oi cum to Koodoo Island,

      Phwich Oi'd niver seen before.

      But the natives ov thot counthry,

      Sure, would take a lot ov batin',

      For a foine young sthrappin' feller

      They think moighty pleasint atin'.

      An' they wint an' told the King, sor,

      Him called Hulla-bulla-loo.

      "Ye come from Oirland, sor?" sez he.

      "Bedad!" sez Oi, "thot's true."

      Thin he whispered to the cook, sor;

      An' the cook he giv me warnin':

      "It's Oirish stew you'll be," sez he,

      "To-morrow, come the marnin'."

      But to-morrow, be the Powers, sor,

      The King wuz moighty bad,

      Wid most odjus pains insoide him,

      An' they nearly drove him mad;

      So he sint a little note, sor,

      By the cook, apologoizin'

      For not cooking me that day, sor,

      Wid politeness most surprisin'!

      An' Oi wrote him back a letther,

      Jist expressin' my regret,

      Thot Oi shouldn't hiv the honor,

      Sor, ov bein' cooked an' et;

      An' Oi indid up the letther

      Wid a midical expresshin,

      As would lead him to imagine

      Oi belonged to the professhin.

      Och! he sint for me at wonct, sor.

      "If ye'll only save me loife,"

      Sez he, "Oi'll give yez money,

      An' a most attractive woife,

      An' ye won't be in the menu

      Ov me little dinner party

      If ye'll only pull me round," sez he,

      "An' make me sthrong an' hearty."

      So Oi made a diagnosis

      Wid my penknife an' some sthring

      (Though Oi hadn't got a notion

      How they made the blessid thing;

      But Oi knew thot docthors did it

      Phwen they undertook a case, sor),

      An' Oi saw his pulse, an' filt his tongue,

      An' pulled a sarious face, sor.

      Thin Oi troied a bit ov blarney.

      "Plaze, yer gracious Madjisty,

      It's yer brains iz much too big, sor,

      For yer cranium, ye see."

      But the King he looked suspicious,

      An' he giv a moighty frown, sor.

      "The pain's not there at all," sez he,

      "The pain is further down, sor."

      "Oi'm commin', sor, to thot," sez Oi.

      "Lie quiet, sor, an' still,

      While Oi go an' make yer Madjisty

      Me cilebratid pill."

      In the pocket ov me jacket

      Oi had found an old ship's biscuit

      ("An' Oi think," sez Oi, "'twill do," sez Oi,

      "At any rate Oi'll risk it").

      The biscuit it wuz soft an' black

      By raisin ov the wet,

      An' it made the foinist pill, sor,

      Thot Oi've iver seen as yet;

      It wuz flavoured rayther sthrongly

      Wid salt wather an' tobaccy,

      But, be jabers, sor, it did the thrick,

      An' cured the blissid blackie!

      The King wuz as deloighted,

      An' as grateful as could be,

      An' he got devorced from all his woives,

      An' giv the lot to me;

      But a steamer, passin' handy,

      Wuz more plazin' to "yours trooly,"

      An' among the passingers aboard

      Wuz the "Docthor"—Pat O'Dooley.

       THAT OF MY AUNT BETSY.

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      You may have met, when walking out

      or thereabout,

      A lady (angular and plain)

      Escorted by an ancient swain,

      Or, possibly, by two,

      Each leading by a piece of string

      A lazy, fat, and pampered thing

      Supposed to be a dog. You may,

      Perhaps, have noticed them, I say,

      And, if so, thought, "They do

      Present unto the public gaze

      A singular appearance—very."

      That lady, doubtless, was my aunt,

      Miss Betsy Jane Priscilla Perry.

      The gentleman—or gentlemen

      Attending her were Captain Venne

      And Major Alec Stubbs. These two

      For many years had sought to woo

      My maiden aunt, Miss P.,

      Who never could make up her mind

      Which one to marry, so was kind

      To one or other—each in turn—

      Thus causing jealous pangs to


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