. Civil War echoes: character sketches and state secrets . emarked that the other gentlemen weretired and sleepy and asked if I could have the honor ofescorting him to his tent. He replied certainly, and hav-ing reached his tent he invited me in to take a little medi-cine for my nerves, with which I complied. Whereupon,he gallantly said, And now, sorr, allow me the honor toescort you to your tent! He was irresistible, and so weboth returned to our previous quarters, where he againbroke loose in song and Irish brogue stories and recita-tions, finishing the other bottle and greatly annoyingMessr
. Civil War echoes: character sketches and state secrets . emarked that the other gentlemen weretired and sleepy and asked if I could have the honor ofescorting him to his tent. He replied certainly, and hav-ing reached his tent he invited me in to take a little medi-cine for my nerves, with which I complied. Whereupon,he gallantly said, And now, sorr, allow me the honor toescort you to your tent! He was irresistible, and so weboth returned to our previous quarters, where he againbroke loose in song and Irish brogue stories and recita-tions, finishing the other bottle and greatly annoyingMessrs. Laflin and Van Wyck, whom he persisted in enter-taining with his favorite songs. He sang the following, con expressione, to the air of IDreamt I Dwelt in Marble Halls: There wuz a fauncy charcoal mon, McClusky wuz hiz nayme; Hiz foightin wayte waz sevin stlione, tin, And he luvd swayte Mary Eye Jane; He tuk her out ridin in his charcoal cart— Twas on Saint Patricks Day— Oh, the donkey tuk froight at a So!dier-mon, and he tried for to run away! 243. U. S. SENATOR EDWIN D. MORGAN, NEW YORKEX-GOVERNOR OF NEW YORK Sketches and State Secrets They both did schrame, wid all their moight, The donkey, for to shtop; He upset Mary Eye Jane and all roight Into a grocery shop; McCIuskey seen the cruel deed, And at the soight tuk pity; He stabd the domd donkey wid a piece of charcoal,— And he shtarted for—Salt Lake City! This was succeeded by another exceedingly funny song,the manner of rendition being quite impossible to describe;it was this inimitable manner which largely gave it thehumorous character. The air is a simple one—typicallyIrish—in a high-pitched tenor or falsetto, on a minor key: Yell Come Back Agin Oh! the divil, he came to the farmers door:Bi-z-z-z, w-i-t-t! (whistle), (pause), (whistle), (pause), (whistle, whistle, whistle) ;Sez he, wan of yure fam-ly I must hayve sure! Sing;—tidery-eye-um; sing;—tidery-eye-aye! Oh, wife, wife! what have we done?Bi-z-z-z,
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