THE SPEECH FROM THE THRONE

Thames Star, Volume XI, Issue 3580, 17 June 1880, Page 3

THE SPEECH FROM THE THRONE

Och, shades ay Bim-o-sthane-us, An' aitch grate bay thin janus, Diaciud from high Olympus, an' assist kio to implore The help ay all the Mii3?s, Who niver yit refuses, But ivermore infuses Me chuneful lire to soar. I'll mount me bould Pig-asses, An' tbravel to Parnassus, To taste the springs o' Hillicon nn' give me vftrses tote, I'm filled wid admirashua, Upon this grand occashun, Me thsime is the orashun Delivered from the throne. Since Sisero, the Roman, There niver yit was no man That spoke eich tundarin' iloquent palaver ;-— Och mavrone, Not Grattan, I'll go bail, nor Brave Dan, the grate repailer, Nor Barry, the boul(Lwhaler, Spoke bo grand from the tliphe. Begorra, I was wisbm* The lovely com posithun t Was one o' my iffushuns, an* rote be me alone; Luk here, me dacinfc naybors, Sir Herculis's laybors Wor mighty grand, be jabers, That day from the throne. The nate an' lovely phiaysis, Upon me sowl, amazes The stewjints ay the colliges who study the high flown, 'Twas like a purty pome, he Read wid sich sweet aromy, An' here's an ippytomey Ay the speech from the*throne :— " Me noble lords and gintlemin, Begog, I'm happy for <o meet ycz, Our countbry calls ye here agin, An' faix, me boys, I'm proud to greet yez } The roonethsry pressure's past, The bard times has at last gone by, sin, The counthry's comin' right at last, Faix, so I'm tould be me advisers. •' The local manufacthurs now Ingage our sarious atttnsnun ; To lam the natives how to plough I've sint »-ome boy«,lT>er# may minshun; I've taken steps to guard our shores— Bould Colonel Scratchley's very wise, sirs, H* wants big ewns —some mighty bores •He'll aisy find 'mong me advisers., 11 The rivinu and istimates Are ready for ye in the buget, Begog we.l have to pay more rates, But sure I know yell niver grudge it j We've bills galore to mind and meet, . W« have been living fsr to high, sirs, We're on our last legs, or our feet, rt: Faix so I'm tould be me advisers. "Ay coorse the lands we will unlock, We want to sittle hardy yo-min : Upon aitch fertile farm and block {Whist, boys: for this is only blow, mm), An* now, me hearties, let me bless # . Yei jewties, labours, and yer eyes, sire; This nate and beautiful adbreis ; Was rote for me be me advisers. PADDY MURPHY. Lambton Kay, 28th May, 1880. —Saturday Advertiser.