OCH ! REV. MR. KANE.

New Zealand Tablet, Volume XI, Issue 34, 21 December 1883, Page 25

OCH ! REV. MR. KANE.

(From the Nation.') ['Let us organise among ourselves a Protestant Individual Life Protection Society, and let us be furnished with the best weapons made, and for every Protestant shot in cold blood let there be the priests of the parish in which the murder was committed and the Home Rule members for the county shot also."— Speech by the Bey. Mr, Kane. « There is Healy now crossing the street to the post-office. Show torn ivMt you earn do— how you can cheer for the Queen."— Rev. Mr Kane's address at Omagh.\ Och, Rev. Mr. Kane, agra, och! Rev. Mr. Kane! Tis you that have the grand idees curvetting through your brain • Tis you that have the fine, outspoken, loyal Orange tongue : Tis yoa can fire the " brethren " bold the Ulster hills among • Tis you that, con amore, would let loose the leaden rain And drop the Leaguers claneand nate— och ! valorous Mr. Kane I V^l you tba * Bpake up bi S grand, and praise the potent lead— Andpotent 'tis, past doubt, agra I in one bould parson's head : Ifept head, of course, can not beyours-taough some folk roundly swear inatyou re nan compes mentis, dear, which means you're not '• all there." But this is jealousy, agra 1 You're not a whit insane ; You re only— only — what you are— wise, gentle Mr. Kane. Mavrane /why are you hid away in such outlandish place ? .Let Tara old and Slievenamon and Dublin see your face, And never fear tHerighteous won't let you to Bedlam go ; ' The County Down's too small for you— you want more room to " grow." Let an admiring nation but a peep at you obtain ; Don t baulk the millions— don't, agra !— don't,Rev. Mr. Kane ! 'Tis said great Barnum's on the way by special from New York, And that he soon will landed be at our old Cove of Cork, And sacks of goold he brings with him to tempt yon o'er the sea, lo snow you in his big museum all through Amerikay : Och I don't accept the bribe, agra ! don't cross the Western main ! Don t lave us to Home Rule or Pope— don't lave us, Mr. Kane ! The words of truth and wisdom great that from your lips outfall Are manna to the unco' goid, but to Home Rulers gall : Your only fault is modesty— of this, howe'er, you'll mend Before your glorious mission yet hath seen triumphant end. You value Orangemen too low ; you mast compute again • One Orangeman is worth ten priests— ay, twenty, Mr. Kane. What folly, Mr. Kane, agra ! what folly, Mr. Kane ! Shoot ten M.P.'sand fifty priests for every True Blue slain, You d shoot too few ! Too cheap you hold the lives of men so good : ijach single hair of yours is worth Parnell and all his brood ! But patience till in College-green the ungodly rule again, Then, whoo ! yer sowl, for dynamite ! God speed ye, Mr. Kane ! „ n John Hand. Liverpool.