THE SON OF HIS FATHER

New Zealand Tablet, Volume XXXVI, Issue 1, 2 January 1908, Page 37

THE SON OF HIS FATHER

O ! my, O ! my, the years go by Like sheep the dogs are harryin' ; But late I had a lispin' lad, An.' now he talks o' marry in' ! Lord bless me ! ' but he has the strut Of one that's grand an' knows it ; No lass so prim that looks at him " But likes his cut an' shows it. An', faix, 'twould do your heart good, too, To hear him at the blarney ; There's scarce a lass that sees him pass But wears a smile for Barney — " Our Barney— A wishful smile for Barney. Tho' Cupid lays cute snares these days When Barney goes p,hilanderin' , An' all his traps hold geese, perhaps, None takes this bold young gander in. Ah I none as yet, but there's a net An' her I'd name to bait the same Is one like me, his iriother. That will, one day or other, Aye ! sure as fate, he'll take for mate Sweet, roguish Nora Kearney, Who meets his wiles with scornful smiles, As once I did with Barney — My Barney — The father of ' our ' Barney. T. A. Daly, in the ' Standard and Times.'