The Blarney Tweed.

Otago Witness, Issue 1891, 17 February 1888, Page 35

The Blarney Tweed.

By Eobert Grigg, Stirling,

Air— Finnigan'a Wake. Bold Billy O'Brien to his tailor wint For anew rig oufc, quite spick and span, Just fit for a raimber o' Parlymint, An' a hansum Oirish jintleman. But Billy waz sich a pertiklar bhoy, Tho' the choice ay stuff waz great indeed, There waz nivir a wan to deloight his eye But an iligant check in a Blarney tweed. Whack! fal dural ooral ido, Blarney tweed bo owate an' foiue ; Whack t fal dural ooral ido, Hard to plaze waz Billy O'Brien, How the Home Rool shout waz in an' out, All round about, an' up an' down ; When the Bute waz bookt, his dirainshins took, An' away BUI went to Mitchelstown. Then the rukshun rose, an' the friends and foes, For their counthry'a woea did foight an' bleed ; An' before the close into quod Bill goes To be dressed— but not in Blarney tweed, Whaok ! fal dural ooral ido, Ac. Nixt marnin' came, an' O'Brien arose, An 1 said his prayers for his peace ay moind ; Hod be afther gittin' Inside his clothes. But divil a rag cud themimber foind, Save a moleskin sute that was not his own, Tho' the style and fit were guaranteed ; " I'll be hanged," sez he, " if I'll thry ye on, For there's nuthin 1 suits me like a Blarney tweed." Whack I fal dural ooral ido, &c. Bad news, they say that they thravel quick, An' the tailor heard them, shears in hand, As his eye surveyed the stuff displayed For the foineat sute that ivir he planned. "Bid luck to me now," did the tailor cry, An' implored the saints in his hour of need. " I'm a rewind man for I've lost a frlnd An' sivin houl yards ay Blarney tweed." Whack ! fal dnral ooral ido, &c. But the fit wint past an' he finished his jab, All tucked an' furnished, uate an' trim, As Bill, he supposed, cudn't come for his clothes He resolved that the clothes shud go to him; So at night he appeared as a V.J.P.,* Come to 6ee how the pris'ners sleep an' feed, An* whin none cud see, in the stroke ay a T, He landed safe the Blarney tweed. Whack 1 fal dural ooral ido, &c. The investigation then went throo, Bill stood on the flure, not a word he spake, Ivry inch a man an' a marthyr, too. Who cud naked go fortthe nation's sake. When the Governor axed where he got the togs Bill posed like a man of a kingly breed, Then he turned t'other way as if he would flay: Arrah! how do ye loike my Blarney tweed. Whack ! fal dural ooral ido, Blarney tweed so sof b nnd foine ; Whack ! fal dural ooral ido, Becomes sich men as Billy O'Brien. * Visiting Justice of the Peace.