PADDY MURPHY'S ACCOUNT OF THE NATIVE MEETING.

Hawke's Bay Herald, Volume XXI, Issue 5397, 2 June 1879, Page 3

PADDY MURPHY'S ACCOUNT OF THE NATIVE MEETING.

This humorous writer furnishes the Saturday Advertiser with the following amusing skit on the native meeting : — Misther Editor,— l intinded to give ye sqmerivilaahuns that wud startle yer readhers, but Sir George axed me, as a grate favor, not to minshin some little dip-plow-mattic tranaacshuna that I had wid the King. 'Pon me conshins (now mind this is a grate sayerit) the life was nearly taised out o' me, so it was, be a purty little coolleen that I met wid in tke palace. I may inform ye, widout betorayin' me collaiges' confidence, that Sir George an' Johnny sint me to have a discourse wid the King, aa I am well varsed in the Maori language, so I am. Ay coorse they didn't care about goin' to the Royal prisince, savin' yev prisince, thimselves, bekoya they thought it wud luk undignified. ISow, as I Bed before, I

•;'-* »i. rr— : : ..wi/! -, promised Sir George not to spake V me .transacshuns wid the King, „as it might involve ,us in a rucshnn if I did, an' so I can only tell ye about me little fiirlashun in the, palace. His Majesty eint off one of his Royal housemaids to attind on me an' luk afbherme. Her name was Miss Marore (a corrupshun b Moroney), an', 'pon me conshinae, she had a pair ay eyes that wud tirhpt a saint, or, for the matther o 1 that, on angil into the, bargain. Och, blur'-an-bunthers, man alive, the poor little colleen fell head L over heels in love wid me, an' I didn't know what to do, at all, at all, bekays I'tii a married man, an' Molly is mighty jealous, so »he is. Be the hokey she made 'me a» snug as a bug in a rug, an' sure enuft* I was beginning to get fond ay her Tfrhin his Majesty discovered our say,crit, an' thin ther' was the devil to pay. ." Lave the Palace," ses he. " I won't," ses I. ' " G'won now," ses he. " Musha,. the- devil a foot," ses I. Well, the long an' the short ay ib was that his Majesty culled hia Roiyal guards, an' had me turned out. Betchune you an' me, that's the raysbn the meetin' was a failure. Before I left the place, I took me darlint to, a grand concert, where Johnny Sheehan sang the followin' song, which 1 have rindhered into the vulgar tongue : — " HIS MAJESTY'S THRONE. We'll shout and we'll sing, boys, Hurrob for the King, boys I ■■>.-• We're gathered together in friußhip and joy ; Our monarch is grate, boys, Wid kingdom and state, boys, Begorra, Tawhiao'e the broth of a boy. His castle's a shanty, His robes are but scanty, An' out of his small-olothes the monaroh has grown ; 1 His anoesthers had 'em From ould Misther Adam, Sure he was the tailor-in-chief to the throne. ; His father Potaitee, Was aometimos called Pratee, He sprung from the Murphiei of ould Bally- ; rack. ■ I , His crown wint adhrift, boys, ■ : And though he made Bhif t, boytr, \ „.v ■Baditick to the shirt had he got on hie buck. ! '" ; 'i He dined on roast kid, boya, : ; I ■ Begorra, he did boys — . . j'Twas lovely to see the King pickin'. ft bone, ! Wid nice sage and inions — ■ Throughout his dominions, Faix, loyalty guarded His Majesty's throne, i The sovereign rainin' — i Mistake not me mainin' — ; Though swarthy enuffsure, can't musthe'r a broton ; Although from his rank, boys, • He sits on a Bank, boys, I Sure I wouldn't give him five bob for his crown. His guards dhress iv feathers In all kinds o' weathers, j An' this is to give Coort Society tone j His queens and princesses, In ould;fashioned dhresses, i Display all their charms round his Majesty's ' throne. ; Whin Johnny finished, bogorra there -w.qrQ; tundhors ay applause, an' he. was cilied. three times before the curtain," so ; he was.