The Pamphlet Collection of Sir Robert Stout: Volume 87
Me Budget
Me Budget.
Air: "The Boys o' the Irish Brigade."
What for should I sing ye of Whitaker's Bill,
Or tell poor Barton's sad story?
Bob Stout, who would rob ivery publican's till,
Faix does'nt desarve half the glory
That I do, me darlints, for sthrivin to pass
Me own little Bill. Do not grudge it,
But fill, wid small beer, to the brim ivery glass,
An' dhrink to meself an' me Budget.
I've tuk off the taxes on grocery stores,
Bekaise we want sugar, me beauties,
I should have poll-tax'd Representative bores,
It ought to be part o' me duties.
Begog, I've imposed half-a-penny on land,
An' faix they must pay or else thrudge it;
Och sure, me fine-anshil arrangements are grand,
So dhrink to meself an' me Budget.
Jay See.
Air; "Nelly Broon,"
My bonnie Jay See Broon,
I will sing this sang tae thee—
The canny folks o' Lawrence toon
Should thank thy energee.
Though mony a year's gane o'er my pow
Since first ye met wi' me,
I find ye still beside me noo,
My ain Jay See.Oh, tell me Jay See Broon,
D'ye mind o' auld lang syne?
In council ha' we baith sat doon,
Ma certie it was fine.
I find ye still, lad, at my back,
For me an' mine ye'd dee—
Wi' siena whip I like a crack,
My ain Jay See.
Misther Stout was next called on for a song, but he gave a recitation instead, in illigant style. The piece selected by me honourable collaige was "The Soord Chant of Thorstein Rowdy." This anshint hayro was an ould Norse Say-King, who was the divils own boy for women an' whisky in the Shetland Islands some cinturies ago. He was aftherwards convarted, an' became a Good Templir, an' that's why Misther Stout takes sich an intherest in his histhry.
Taxin' O' the Beer.
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Arrah, darlints dear, just lind an ear,
I'll tell ye somethin' new,
'Twixt you an' me, the Min-is-three
A ruction soon will brew.
Faix I'll go bail, the poor man's ale
In future will be queer;
They'll spile the broth, and give us froth,
A taxin' o' the Beer.I met wid Misther Ballauce, an'
He tuk me be the hand,
Sea he, "Come Pat an' have a chat,
A pint or two I'll stand."
"Ye varmint low," ses I, "ye know
Ye've made the liquor dear;
It's casks an' kegs o' washy dhregs,
We'll get instead o' Beer."Thin if the she-oak we recaive,
Be nothin' else than swill,
Wid pint or jug I'll smash his mug,
An' break his ugly bill.
We crossed the say, from milk an' tay,
To take our tankards here,
The dirty lot may go to pot,
A taxin' o' the Beer.
Ra te pukohu ka riakina mai Pukekura;
Te wa huri atu ki a Ngairo,
Kua weeha e te taha-kura ra a—
Nana i whakahou mai te wairua,
He mahi ka wareware taku ngakau e noho nei au
Homai ano koe, kia ringia ki te wai-ro-miata,
E'hei aku kamo,
Ngarere e tangi mai te wai rere,
E whano nunumi any te pua-reinga
Ki taku makau.
Paddy Murphy.
Lambton Kay, Willin'ton,August 15th, 1878.